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yknati · 1 year

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I wrote this story at school a few years ago and then published it on Wattpad afterwards. I thought I'd try something new to see if it got as many views here.

The entire story was written by me and then translated on Google Translate

!! There could be spelling mistakes !!

Y/N moved to Daegu to start over after the death of her mother. Unfortunately, a randomly observed murder thwarted her plans. Kidnapped by the mafia, she also reunites with her old high school friend, Min Yoongi. But shortly after their union, he has to fight with a new group of unknown assassins who will soon make his life hell....

Pt. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26

Black Swans Heart Pt. 1

Y/N POV:

I slowly walked the streets of Daegu.

The setting sun warmed my back. I looked around again.

I just moved here from Busan 4 weeks ago. I even had a job at Starbucks and a small rented apartment.

My new beginning was to begin in this city, because my mother died in a traffic accident a good six months ago. I only had my father.

It was very difficult for him to let me go, but I had to leave Busan. Everything there reminded me of her: the paths we walked together at the weekend, the nice cashier she used to chat with, the house in whom we had lived together for 25 years...simply everything. But that was different now.

Everything was new now.

I was able to fill everything here with good memories. I continued on my way.

It was still a long way to my house, but I didn't mind. The warm summer air blew around my nose and spread the scent of the fresh gas.

My black skirt blew slightly in the wind. I passed a meadow and watched the mothers with their children. A deep sadness came over me for a moment, but it was gone as quickly as it came. The sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon. Night came faster than expected, but I was home soon.

Humming, I turned into the small side street at the end of which my block of flats stood.

The wind blew through the alleyways again as it blew a kind of painful moan towards me. I paused and listened again. Nothing.

I must have been wrong

I thought to myself and was about to go on when I heard it again. I stopped abruptly: "H-Hello?!" I leaned back slightly to be able to see into the further alley next to me, from which the noise seemed to be coming.

A soft scream made me tremble. Someone was in trouble. Maybe an old man who had fallen?! Without thinking, I walked into the alley. It was even darker here. But I tuned that out completely when I heard someone being hit.

Oh God a fight?!

I quickly walked on. In the distance I could see a person standing. no Two people...or three? Someone appeared to be lying on the floor.

"Well what now huh? Now you don't open your mouth like that anymore!?", one of the men hissed at the one lying on the ground. I clung to the wall.

It felt like I'd landed in a teenage crime thriller.

Now only the guns and the blood were missing.

But just as I was finishing that thought, I noticed the strong, iron-like odor. I turned pale. Not. Seriously. Suddenly the man on the ground whined, "Please, I-I didn't know he was one of you.....please forgive me-me."

A click could be heard. no

In earnest?!

I'd seen enough action movies to know what that was. A weapon. Definitely a weapon. I took a few steps back.

These guys have a gun. If-if they see me here then.....

A shot.

"I hope you go to hell," the other man spoke. In the dim light, I could tell he was quite a bit shorter than his accomplice. I walked back even further.

I slowly felt my way back along the wall. And now I really felt like I was in one of those predictable whodunits because my metal watch scratched the wall.

"Jimin, I think there's someone there," both of them turned in my direction in a flash.

When they spotted me, they rushed at me.

With a scream I turned and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Only a few meters to the end of the gutter. Suddenly a hand was on my shoulder and pulled me back. A hectic gasp escaped me.

,,No Please. I won't say anything.....", the man held a cloth in front of my mouth. He must have put something on it, because as soon as I sniffed it my eyes got heavy.

Everything got even blacker as I felt my legs lift off the floor. I only felt the warmth of two arms around me before I finally fell asleep.

#bts suga #min yoongi #bts ff #bangta boys #kpop #yoongi #suga bts #min yoongi ff #min yoongi x y/n #mafia boss #mafia romance

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gurlwithluvx3 · 2 years

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never alone (6) | OT7

Pairing: friendships w/ OT7 and pregnant!reader (non-idol!AU)

Genre: angst, oc finding herself in the midst of an unexpected pregnancy

Warnings: brief mention of sex, anxiety/depression, feeling of loneliness, talks of pregnancy, navigating an unexpected pregnancy

Word count: ~1.5K

Author's Note: i started this fanfic when i thought i was pregnant (very important for y'all to practice safe sex, srs) and i know that my ex would be a dead-beat, toxic man who wouldn't step up and just added the boys because i know that they would support me x3

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You’re waiting alone in the hospital room trying to calm yourself down. The nurse said everything seems okay but also said the doctor will be in shortly. Is your baby truly okay? Are you really okay?

Your mind goes down a rabbit hole of what if’s and it doesn’t help that you’re talking to yourself. But if there’s one thing that you realize is that you can’t do this alone. As much as you want to do this by yourself, you truly can’t.

•••••Flashback

Your second appointment with your OBGYN just ended and the doctor said that everything seems okay with you and the baby.

You’re on your way to work and you set down your phone on the subway. You’re tired of reaching out to your ex. You’re tired of being let down. You’re tired of feeling the need to depend and lean on someone else.

So as you’re passing through some of your favorite scenery on the way to work, you take a deep breath and exhale. And you tell yourself that you don’t need anyone. You don’t need your ex who doesn’t give a damn about you. You don’t need your family who basically made you fend for yourself once you turned 18.

You look towards the scenery and remind yourself that life is beautiful when you don’t have to depend on anyone. Because that means no one can hurt you, and now your baby.

You look down to your stomach and begin rubbing it as you telepathically tell your baby that it’ll always have you and that you are all it needs. You won’t let your baby ever feel unwanted, unloved ,or unsupported. That even though it’s just you, you’re gonna give your baby all that it deserves and all that you’ve never had.

Like how everyday after work and school you’ll have dinner together at the table and talk about things that happened throughout the day. Or how you’ll show up to every school event, every game, every award ceremony.

Or how you’ll read to your baby every night until they’re old enough to read on their own. And how you’ll always be a shoulder to lean on when things go rough. Things you’ve never experienced with your own family.

Sure, you’re going to raise the baby on your own, but you know that you’ll provide the best that you can and will do 120% better than your own parents. And you know that you’ll provide much more on your own than what your ex can ever provide.

You promise your baby it’ll be the two of you and that you’re never gonna not try your hardest because your baby deserves the best. And that’s what you’re going to be.

End flashback•••••••

You’re tugging the end of your shirt as you wait for the doctor to step in and your heart races quickly every time you hear footsteps approaching. But the past 20 mins you have been stuck in your thoughts.

You stand up to look at random pamphlets before someone starts knocking, which instantly makes you jump.

“Y/N?” They ask with your chart in their hand. You smile and nod as she proceeds to come in.

“I’m sorry your OBGYN couldn’t be the one to see you, but I will make sure to chart everything down, especially your questions and concerns” she begins to explain. You can’t help but tear up, uncertain of what she has to say.

“You and your baby’s vitals are okay and it doesn’t look like the fall affected your baby in any way” she says, knowing that you’ve been anxiously waiting, a big weight lifted off your shoulders as you take a deep breath.

“But there is something I wanted to bring to your attention,” she says in a very calm manner. But even with her gentleness a new wave of anxiety starts to hit you.

“It may be a little too early to tell but it looks like you may have gestational diabetes” she says flipping the chart over.

“Now this doesn’t have to be alarming if you are careful with what you eat. Now of course you need to eat enough nutrients for you and your baby, and we have some pamphlets you can take home..” she slowly stops as she looks up and sees you crying.

“It’s okay Y/N. This is pretty common in many pregnancies and it’s beyond your control. You can maintain it by eating healthy and getting some exercise” she says as she sets the chart down by the counter.

“I know you’re worried, but I promise as long as you do your part in keeping the baby healthy, you’ll both be fine” she explains as she hands you a couple of facial tissues.

“And the good thing is we’re detecting it early which means it’s not too late to do the right thing” she looks at you and smiles.

“I know how strong pregnancy cravings are and it’s okay to give in, but make sure you don't go too overboard” she stands up to grab some pamphlets that you need.

The two of you talk out some questions you had in regards to the news she just shared as well as your current diet. And thankfully you’re on the right path and not overindulging at the moment, despite your random cravings.

“It was nice to meet you Y/N. And I’m glad you and your baby are okay” she starts as she cleans up everything.

“I’m not sure who’s taking care of you at home, but make sure you tell him to keep you accountable. Have a good day!” She says as she leaves the room.

Him? Who could she be talking about? Is she referring to the baby as a he also? You gather all your belongings and put the pamphlets in your bag before heading out of the room.

And as you go back into the waiting room, you’re surprised to see Jin, his girlfriend, Namjoon, and Yoongi. As soon as they see you they all hop on their feet and practically bum-rush you.

“Are you okay Y/N? Is the baby okay? What did the doctor say?” Is all you can hear as the three men surround you trying to out yell one another.

Jin’s girlfriend becomes the barricade between you and the three and you can’t help but smile.

“Thank you” you manage to say, holding tight to your bag, trying to contain all the emotions you’re feeling, especially the strong urge to cry.

“Me and the baby are okay” you quietly explain, holding back the tears you feel welling up. “You guys didn’t have to come here and wait for me”

Yoongi and Namjoon step back while Jin and his girlfriend offer to help you carry your bag.

“I hope I didn’t mess up your chance with the label” you say slowly looking up to Yoongi and Namjoon feeling the tears fall. You curse at yourself for these raging pregnancy hormones.

Namjoon shakes his head as if to disagree with you. He looks right at you and offers a smile that shows off his dimple. “Are you really worrying about us when we’re here in the hospital for you?”. He digs into one of his pant pockets and gives you a handkerchief.

And you didn’t realize until you looked at everyone’s faces that they were genuinely concerned for you. And you hadn’t felt looked after like this in such a long time. So you can’t help yourself but immediately start to cry.

You think to yourself, maybe you’re not alone in this. Maybe people are really willing to walk this journey with you. Maybe you’ll really be okay.

They huddle around you and begin embracing you. “We’re just glad you and the nephew are okay. That’s what matters right now” Yoongi says. They each try to comfort you in their own way.

Namjoon and Yoongi offer to drive you home, which you quickly agree to. You’re ready to sleep it today off but you realized that you also haven’t had dinner.

You say your goodbyes to Jin and his girlfriend and make your way to Yoongi’s car. You’re holding tight to your belly, unknowingly, and you suddenly feel the fluttering again.

“Hm, I think ‘the nephew’ is starving” You say rubbing your tummy more. Yoongi looks at you through the rear view mirror and shows off his gummy smile.

“What’s the pregnancy craving today?” He says as he takes out his phone to see what restaurant is close by. You look out the window to the hospital building, remembering what the doctor told you before she left.

“Let’s get Chipotle” you say. You’ll eat better starting tomorrow because tonight you just want to grub. Yoongi and Namjoon look back and give a thumbs up.

Eventually you’ll tell them to hold you accountable, but tonight you want to enjoy what you can, while you can, even in the company of the two men in front of you.

Because who knows what tomorrow may bring? So you join in on their karaoke session as you make your way to Chipotle. You’re thankful for friends, but more importantly now, you’re thankful for food.

#bts fanfic #bts angst #kim namjoon ff #min yoongi ff #kim seokjin ff #pregnant reader

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hobiiiiiworld · 1 year

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Hate Game | PJM + MYG - Chapter 9

⇢ No ill intentioned

Synopsis:

Onus

/ˈəʊnəs/

noun something that is one's duty or responsibility.

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Jimin loses his brother. His father loses his first born son, the heir of his company, leaving it up to Jimin to keep his father´s company in the Park family. Jimin would never have pictured himself marrying out of duty. However, Mr. Min, who only married Jimin so he could take over the company, isn´t exactly how Jimin pictured. Now, all he wants is to make Yoongi regret his decision to marry for money.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon

Genres: Marriage out of duty | Angst | Emotional Hurt

Word Count: 2,7K

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Jimin wakes in the middle of night. Or, he isn´t sure if it's in the middle of night. He was sleeping, but now he isn´t, the vibrations from his phone slowly draws him from his sleep. He looks, the number not saved. He pushes the volume button, silencing the call, and goes back to sleep. Before he can fall back asleep, it rings again. It's the same number, and a surge of panic enters him as he sits up in bed, answering the call. Not again, he chants in his head. Please no, no, no, no.

"Park Jimin speaking," he says, voice clear despite him just haven woken up.

It's a woman speaking, and he isn´t sure what she said her name was or which hospital she said she's calling from, because his head is spinning. No. Please don't be dad. Don't be dad. Not yet. He repeats the words in his mind like mantra. Like he needs to think it to survive. He can't lose his dad too. Not yet. Not ever, but certainly not so quickly after Ji. He certainly wouldn't be able to survive that. The woman goes on. "I'm calling about a Park Yoongi? He said you're his husband?"

Relief floods his body instantly. They aren't calling about his dad. His dad is fine, it's only Yoongi. His husband. Jimin wants to deny that Yoongi is his husband, but knows he shouldn't. Emotionally, Yoongi is nothing more than… Well, nothing to Jimin. Legally, however, Yoongi is his husband. "Yes," Jimin says, mustering up the energy to pretend to care now that the urgency of the situation is over. Now that he feels the relief crushing over him.

He's been here before, but that time it was Ji. Jimin can feel the effects of this callback on his body and, even though the relief, he is shaking and his thoughts won't clear up. He reminds himself that this isn´t Ji, but Yoongi, which doesn't matters as much in comparison. At all, actually. A though occurs to Jimin: Yoongi´s real boyfriend should be the one they contacted, not the guy he married for money. Why didn't Yoongi give them his number? "Did something happen?" He asks, trying his best to sound interested.

"Ah, your husband is fine. He fainted and hit his head, which is why we want to keep him for observation over night. If you want to come see him, we will allow you to come now."

Jimin doesn't feel the need to go, knowing Yoongi would probably prefer for his tattoo-boyfriend to come instead. And chances are, he already called him. Chances are, tattoo-boyfriend, who he now has learned is named Jungkook, is already on his way to Yoongi. The last thing Jimin wants is to be embarrassed when he enters the hospital room with a nurse, finding his husband cuddled up with someone else.

"It's not a great time right now. I don't know if I can, eh, find the time. But, huh," Jimin clears his throat, "tell him to text me if he needs something from our apartment and I'll bring it with me tomorrow."

"Of course." She pauses, giving Jimin time to ask any questions he might have. "Have a good rest of your night, Jimin."

"You too. And," Jimin says, forcing himself to say the next words. To pretend to be the husband he could be if... "Take care of my husband."

"Of course we will!"

They hang up.

For the rest of the night, Jimin can't seem to fall back to sleep, thinking back to that awful Saturday morning when his dad called him. When he walked into the hospital too late. The feelings he felt that morning have returned, and Jimin wonders what happened to him that morning, because he can't seem to shake the feeling of being tired and angry and sad all the time. Although these feelings aren´t the exact same as they were three months ago, they are still present, always just there. Only now, they can't seem to surface. Jimin thinks it was better when he could have an outburst and get some of it out, but lately, he doesn't have the energy to cry or to argue or to do anything, these feelings are always just… there, simmering in the background. Building and poisoning everything.

He can't remember the last time he slept properly, because every time he falls asleep, Ji is there, haunting him. Some nights they are good dreams, some nights they are nightmares, but he always wakes up mourning after the dream. He wonders if he should go to therapy, but then again, he isn´t actually feeling all that much anymore, which means there aren't actually any feelings to deal with. Whatever, he doesn't know, and he doesn't care. Nothing matters, and nothing has mattered since that Saturday. Laying in bed, he can't sleep, but it doesn't matter because Ji isn´t here. Hoseok isn´t here. And he wonders if the old Jimin is gone for good, too.

Jimin has figured it out. He has these moments where everything seems so good to him, where things are bright and light and normal, which occurs most often when he's with Taehyung or at work. And then, he has these moments where he's on autopilot, like when he married Yoongi. That whole month was him managing and trying to get though it. And then, he has moments where he feels and thinks, like last night. These are the times when things are heavy and he feels hopeless about the world and himself and his life. The realization that these waves happens has given him a little perspective. Things matters, he knows that, but not all the time. Not when he feels every bit of pain after Ji´s passing pulsating thought him. Things doesn't need to matter at that moment.

Right now, he thinks he's on autopilot because he's entering the same door he did that Saturday, but he can´t be sure he's on autopilot, because he feels anxious and angry and sad. Anxious because he's walking though hallways that look the exact same as they did that morning. And he's sad because he's asking for the same last name he did that day. And he's mad, because this time, it isn´t Ji, it's Yoongi. And Yoongi is fine. Yoongi isn´t dead like Jimin´s brother, but he's just fine. And it's unfair.

Walking up to the door, he hears familiar voices. He doesn't know why he stops, but he finds himself listening in instead of walking though the door.

"- for you, you know? It's coming up two years," tattoo-boyfriend says. Jimin knows it's him because he can't count how many times he's heard his voice though the door.

"Yeah," Yoongi says, sounding tired.

"How-" Jungkook starts, but is interrupted by Yoongi.

"Don´t," he bites back.

"Yoon -"

Once again, Yoongi interrupts him, which is the first time Jimin has heard him being harsh toward Jungkook. "I'm fine, so we don't have to do this."

"Yoongi, you're laying in a hospital bed," tattoo-boyfriend argues back.

"Well, my life doesn't stop because he isn´t here anymore or because I miss him." Jimin remembers when Yoongi said those words to him. He had taken offense then, thinking Yoongi meant it as a clap-back or as an insult. Turns out, Yoongi goes by those words himself. He actually believes them. "It has to go on."

"You have to take care of yourself, though, and not only other people. I know you want to -"

Jungkook can't seem to finish a sentence without Yoongi interrupting him. "Listen, I remember how things were in those early months. He's trying to survive. I'm trying to do the same, but I've started to heal. I can't let Jim -"

This time, Jungkook is the one interrupting, sounding mad. "Oh fuck off! You can't take care of anyone if you can't take care of yourself." His voice softens. "If you're not alive. Remember what he said before he passed. He didn't want you to do this to yourself. And I know you only want to help that poor guy, but he clearly doesn't want your help, the way he's treating you. I think…" he hesitates then.

"What? I should rip the contract in two and kick him out?"

"Yeah. Basically."

"You can't be for real?"

"Think about it. You're working your ass off, working to the brink of exhaustion, then you come home, only to be met with hostility. It's not good for your mental health, and clearly not for your physical health, either."

"He isn´t that bad. I was worse," Yoongi says, clearly joking now.

"Yeah, but not to strangers. To me. To your dad. To him. But never to people who didn't deserve it, you know?"

"I deserve it, plenty."

"This wasn't my point," Jungkook says, clearly exasperated. "My point is, you should still give yourself some space and time to heal. To grief. Actually, you should get yourself out of this situation. They can find a new asslicker like yourself to run the company, and you can find yourself a new ass to lick."

Yoongi erupts in laughter, clearly enjoying Jungkoook´s humor.

Jimin doesn't know when he understood they are talking about him, but once the realization hits, he turns around and is about to walk away when he walks straight into a nurse.

"Sorry," the nurse says loudly, drawing attention as he straightens up Jimin before he walks away. And Jimin doesn't have a choice but to turn around, because Jungkook is standing in the doorway, smiling politely at Jimin with his eyes wide and curious. Without a word, Jimin hands him the food Yoongi asked him to bring and walks out of the hospital as quickly as he can.

Jimin spends the rest of his Saturday not thinking about the conversation he overheard. He cleans the apartment, he eats lunch with Taehyung - Jimin has to kick him out when he doesn't stop asking Jimin what is wrong - and he visits Ji´s grave, laying down flowers and the new angel he bought at the fair. Once dark settles, he makes himself dinner, lights some candles and puts on a movie. Halfway through the movie, Yoongi messages him.

Warning. On my way home.

Jimin sighs, ignores the message and hyper focuses on the movie, because that's much more enjoyable that thinking about that conversation and what it might mean. To Jimin, it doesn't mean anything, because Yoongi has still been a total ass to him. Still been rude and not cared about his feelings. He said it himself, he deserves everything he's gotten from Jimin. Even if he defended him and even if some of his ill words to Jimin might have been intended as kind advice, he definitely deserves all the anger.

Yeah, Jimin is not thinking about it and he definitely still hates Yoongi.

He hears the door opening. He hears Yoongi walking in. He hears the front door closing and Yoongi kicking off his shoes. Yoongi walking into his bedroom without hesitation, closing his door after him. And Jimin wants to call after him that he shouldn't close the door by slamming it shut, but puts his focus back on the move. Five minutes later Yoongi reappears in sweats, and much to Jimin´s surprise, he picks up the blanket, settles himself next to Jimin and cuddles up.

They watch the movie with a weird tension in the air. Jimin wonders what the conversation was about. He wonders if Yoongi knows he heard. He wonders if Yoongi knows that he knows that he heard. And in the middle of all this wondering, he's still so unreliably angry at Yoongi for settling himself beside Jimin, ruining his peace. For coming into his life the way he did. The movies ends, yet none of them move, an indescribable bubble of something unsaid surrounding them. Jimin wants to ask, but he's too mad. He wants Yoongi to ask, but Jimin knows he wouldn't answer, he's too mad. The next movie in the series starts to play, and Yoongi settles even further down on the couch, clearly calm and relaxed.

Jimin doesn't dare look at Yoongi, only watches the movie unfold on the screen. Tries to get the same peace Yoongi is currently feeling, but there is no chance. He huffs, and he puffs, but this time, Yoongi keeps quiet. Let's him get it all out. Or, he's too focused on the movie to even notice. Who knows. Probably the latter, knowing Yoongi.

It's somewhere in the middle of the movie when Yoongi clears his throat.

"Thanks for coming to visit me, and thanks for bringing food." Jimin wants to bark back that he didn't need Jimin to bring him food, wants to point out that he could have asked Jungkook, but bites his tongue. "And… I tried to stop them from calling you in the middle of the night. They…" he doesn't finish.

Jimin turns to Yoongi then, sitting up on his knees. Yoongi is staring at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly opened, and Jimin curses him in his mind. Why did you survive, huh? Why you and not him?

"Yeah, you tried? Was it hard telling them that you married a man you don't know or care about for money. Was it hard telling them that said husband doesn't care if you're in the hospital? Was it hard telling them that I'm not the one they should be calling, but Jungkook, your boyfriend. Was it hard, huh?"

"I -" Yoongi cuts himself off, looking stunned. "You-"

"I- You-" Jimin mocks. "Huh," he snickers.

"Firstly, Jungkook is not my boyfriend. Secondly, yes, I tried. It all happened so fast, one second they're asking who I'm married to, because it's very obvious that I'm married," he holds up his hand with his wedding band on. "And then I tried to tell them that I should call you myself, but they insisted that I rest." There is a second where Jimin sits back down and Yoongi sits up straight. "I hope you didn't react too badly when they called."

"As I said, I don't care that you were at the hospital," Jimin bites back, rolling his eyes.

"No, not me… The…" Yoongi closes his eyes in frustration, and when he opens them again, he is calm again. He looks at Jimin with kind eyes, eyes that Jimin has never seen before. "When they called… It was in the middle of the night and the hospital called. I tried telling them I should be the one calling you, Jimin, I did. They wouldn't listen."

"You… You did?" Jimin asks incredibly. Because he did react badly, all those feelings and thoughts from that morning came right back to him. He was in panic when he picked up. Yet, he finds it hard to grasp what Yoongi is really saying.

"What? You can't honestly think I'm so horrible that I want to trigger your trauma." Jimin doesn't answer, because yes, he does. Or he did? He doesn't know. "You do, don't you?"

"You are horrible, so why wouldn't you do that? You have no regards for my emotions, and you just do whatever the fuck you want."

"Are you serious right now?" Yoongi asks, voice cold.

"Kick me out like you boyfriend suggested th-"

Yoongi interrupts Jimin, voice loud. "He's not my fucking boyfriend!" Like Yoongi always does, he calms and speaks again. It's starting to get on Jimin´s nerves, because he can't seem to calm down, and he can´t think straight like this. "And yeah, maybe I should kick you out but I won't. I'm going to be here so you have at least on way you can get your anger out." Jimin doesn't answer, only fumes. Falters a little, because now he's confused. Really confused, but so, so, so angry. "What you're going thought has nothing to do with me, and -"

"It has everything to do with you!"

"Right," Yoongi says slowly, trying to prepare himself for Jimin´s next move.

"You fucking survived, and he fucking died. It has everything to with you." Jimin stands up and walks away.

"Take it out on me all you want, Jimin," Yoongi calls after him, calmer that Jimin has ever been. "It will get better, and then I'll still be here!" Jimin slams his door shut, the tears of frustration already falling.

Yes, he definitely… or he thinks… no, maybe he doesn't hate Yoongi as much anymore. Something in Jimin rises, because he knows admitting he was wrong is even worse than continuing to hate Yoongi, so yes, he still hates Yoongi.

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illeee-girl · 2 years

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You Infire Me Chapter Twenty-Eight: Grad Party

yoongi x reader genre: fluff warnings: none word count: 1.25k

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“In the middle of the road, in the moment, you want to give up, shout out even louder: So What?” — BTS, “So What?”

The morning following graduation, you and Yoongi fly to your hometown to attend the party your parents had decided to throw you. At first, you hated the idea of having to greet and receive congratulations from everyone in your neighborhood—the people who’d seen you grow up. (After all, who wants to be reminded of their cringe-worthy middle school self?) But you realized that it would make your parents and extended family happy; and you’d have Yoongi by your side the entire time. Two introverts together were better than one alone.

As soon as you both wrestle your suitcases out of the car and into the house, Yoongi requests to see your room.

“You know you won’t be sleeping in there,” you remind him. “My parents are old-fashioned that way.”

“I figured,” he replies with a smirk. “And that’s not a problem. I just . . . I want to see where my Y/N grew up.”

So you lead him to your bedroom and crack open the door.

“Ah,” he muses, eyes scanning the books and framed pictures on your shelves. He holds his hands clasped behind him, like he’s surveying the world’s most interesting artifact. Artifacts tell stories, and you suppose that the novels and photographs and paraphernalia scattered around your room do too. They tell the story of you.

You realize that you’re ready to leave behind those chapters and write new ones. In fact, you’re ready to write a new story entirely: the story of you and Yoongi. A story of two.

“Oh, my goodness,” his fingers fall on a framed picture from your childhood, lifting it up to examine it more closely. His eyes run over its details as they would the fractals of a priceless diamond. “Little Y/N was adorable.”

You grin and plop down on your bed. “More adorable than grown Y/N?”

He puts the photo back in its place and finds a spot next to you on the edge of your bed, stretching an arm around you, forcing you to lean back a little. Your eyes widen at his brashness.

“Of course not,” he answers. “Grown Y/N is adorable, too. But with the added advantage of being unbelievably sexy.”

He blinks his eyes in that innocent way of his, but the color in his irises deepens into anything but innocence. He continues to move towards you, pushing you backwards, downwards. His lips land on your neck, and as they travel down your skin and across your collarbone, he whispers,

“My sexy, smart college graduate. Who will one day be my wife.”

Just when you begin to close your eyes, you hear someone clear their throat.

Your mother stands in the doorway.

“Y/N,” she begins, “it’s time to get ready for your party. The guests will start arriving in about an hour, and your father’s getting ready to fire up the grill. Yoongi, perhaps you’d like to scroll through Y/N’s old baby albums with me?”

Startled, but enthralled at the prospect of seeing more pictures of little you, Yoongi clears his throat and politely responds, “I’d love to.”

He gives your hand a squeeze and then joins your mother in the hallway. Before she leads him into the living room, she ducks her head back in and shout-whispers at you.

“You’re lucky it was me and not your father!”

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As expected, your parents invited the whole neighborhood. People you hadn’t seen in years dotted their backyard. Strangely enough, knowing that they were there for your parents—and not really for you—gave you comfort. It seemed to lower the stakes a bit.

Still, everyone (or almost everyone) made an effort to come and talk to you. All congratulated you on your graduation. Many congratulated you and Yoongi, having heard the news of your engagement. He stuck by your side the entire time, often squeezing your hand, hip, or shoulder as a nonverbal you can do this. And he helped out in conversations whenever he felt he could.

It ended up being quite a nice party, actually. Your parents had strung lights all over the place, and they’d tastefully decorated tables with Hunsaker College’s colors. Your dad had whipped up some delicious grilled meat and vegetables, and the sheet cake your mom had ordered was sweet and satisfying. You ate a sizeable piece, trying not to imagine what it would be like to smash a bit of cake into Yoongi’s face on your wedding day.

When you find yourself alone with him, ducked away in an empty corner of your backyard (in true Yoongi and Y/N style), you take the opportunity to ask him a burning question.

“Hey Yoongs,” you request his attention after taking a sip of your drink.

He lowers his red solo cup and replies, “Yes, my Y/N?”

“What . . . what kind of wedding do you want?” Realizing your forwardness, you hold out a hand and back up a bit. “I mean, I just know you mentioned a wedding in Korea, once. And this party has me thinking about . . .”

“Our wedding?” He prompts.

You nod.

He sets down his drink and grips both your hands in his, holding them close to his chest. “I’d be happy with whatever wedding you want. You’re my bride; if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“You’re just saying that.”

He stares at you with serious eyes, lowering his chin to look at you squarely. “You know I never ‘just say’ anything. I mean it. Whatever you’d like to do, I’m good with.”

You groan a bit. “There’s just so much to do,” you bemoan, “and no time to do it. You’ve met my family, but I’ve still got to meet yours. We’ve got to decide where to do it, and who all to invite, and what food to serve, and what flowers to get. I’ve got to find a dress that doesn’t make me look like an overweight cupcake-”

“Oh, please,” he scoffs. “You could wear an actual giant cupcake and still be the most gorgeous woman in the world.”

You laugh. “Then I’m tempted.”

“It would be quite the step up from edible underwear,” he quips.

You laugh again, bestowing a light slap on his arm as punishment before leaning in to rest forehead against his. “See? These past few minutes alone with you have been more fun than the entire party. This is all I want. This is all I need. You and me—just you and me. No lights, no sparkles, no glamour. No invitations, no flowers, no ridiculously expensive venue. Just you and me.”

He bats his eyelashes, their softness grazing your skin. “Really?” He asks.

As you look into his gaze, your eyes are clear, your conviction real. “Really.”

“Then . . . I have an idea.”

“What?”

“Do you think your dad would let us borrow the car?”

You furrow your brow. “I mean, he said we could use it to go into town–”

Yoongi shakes his head. “No, I’m thinking of somewhere a little farther.”

You tighten your grip on his hands, commanding his full attention. “Min Yoongi, what’s brewing in that mind of yours?”

“Only the best plan ever,” he smirks. “One that, based on your most recent monologue, you’ll agree with. But there’s one caveat.”

“Oh yeah?” You playfully run your thumb along his shirt collar and draw your face nearer his. “And what’s that?”

He pecks your lips, then turns away from the party, pointing himself towards the house. Specifically, the garage.

“I still want you to wear a wedding dress.”

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apotatomashedbybts · 1 year

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What am I even doing? Oh my Lord (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

Am I done halfway at least? Lol. It's just the beginning...

#potato rambles #potato fic facts #fic: all tints of you & me #myg #min yoongi ff

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frmisnow · 1 month

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✧˖ ?!— BATHROOM OF POSSIBILITIES ˚ 𖦹‧ . - (NSFW.)

— ‧₊˚ — 🥝‧₊ : "is it true that you're a whore ??"

summary. who would've thought that you'd end up fucking your besties socially awkward friend in a bar bathroom??? (only to get caught by your bestie..) anything is possible !

notes. omg i'm so sorry i SUCK at writing threesomes, i won't even try!! i still hope asker is satisfied, much lovee!! ₊˚⊹♡

warnings/includes. (MDNI!!) (002 / getting caught), jk is socially awkward around new ppl (we r lowkey twinning here), cocksucker & whore mentioned, unprotected sex :( (they r reckless and a lil stupid), bathroom sex

the guy yoongi dragged into the conversation was hot- like really hot.

usually when yoongi introduces you to his other friends, they're either high, drunk or filthy rich that just seemed to be the typa guys yoongi attracted- nonetheless maybe this guy was all of the above.

though weirdly enough his eyes didn't quite settle like ever, he couldn't look you in the eyes even just once as yoongi punches his arm lightly for him to talk.

"hey," he greeted, and the sound that escaped his lips was unexpectedly awkward, almost stumbling over the single syllable.

yoongi chuckled, sensing the surprise on your face. "Don't let the intimidating exterior fool you," he teased, clapping Jungkook on the back. "jungkook here is a little socially awkward. it's kind of adorable, actually, you're gonna love him tho"

"why are you talking about me like i'm not right by your side," jungkook mumbeled quietly in response, his gaze looking to his feet as yoongi smiled at him like he was some forgein never-been-seen before animal species, ignoring his response, "he's exactly like the guys you usually fuck"

"now that just sounds like i blow all your friends off, that's just wrong, yoon-" you snickered, shaking your head, sipping the rest of his drink down in a swift motion as yoongi rolled his eyes, "can you stop drinking my shit? man, i can give your broke ass a few pennies for a drink" he pinched your cheek like he was talking to a child, "let me do chariety work"

"sounds just like something an old man like you'd do," you leaned against the bar casually, "y'know do some chariety and then take your little nap"

yoongi rolled his once again, quite poorly hiding the grin that snuck it's way onto his face, turning full way to jungkook like he forgot of your existence, "see? she's a brat, a menace, a whore- anything under the sun-" he paused like he was thinking of something, "i need a drink"

till turning again, pointing a finger at you, "cause you drank it all up, you'll pay for it sooner or later" slowly walking off not even waiting for an answer as you yelled, "shouldn't have insinuated that i'm a brainless cock sucker"

after he was out of sight, you turned your attention to jungkook who's eyes had been observing every detail of the past conversation, you shook your head in pretend-frustration, emphasizing: "sorry you had to witness that, when it gets over the time of 12pm and he's desperately over his bed time, he just gets so..." you sighed like you were in extreme concern, "cocky"

it was the first time your eyes linked, a small but growing smile on his face, "you're funny, i like you"

"well then it doesn't take much to impress you," you smiled back, thinking for a few seconds. no, you wanted to know more about the dude- at least one of you has to try. "but for real why are you out of all people friends with yoongi?"

he tilted his head up slightly like he was in fact trying to look into his brain to see an answer, "i think he's fun.. at times and i'm pretty sure he's a sweetie at heart"

you nod along, yoongi can be truly insufferable but if he did care when needed and maybe that was just enough- you shook your head trying to not overthink it all of a sudden, switching the topic, "truth or dare"

he raised his eyebrows for a split second, surprised by the abrupt topic switch, "truth"

"weirdest place you've ever had sex?"

he let out a little breathy chuckle, the sound of jungkooks laughter generally pretty, "an ikea bedroom," he played with his lip piercing like he was contemplaiting wheather he should say the next thing, "just a bit of fingering nothing to extreme nonetheless truth or dare?"

"truth"

"you're no fun," he pouted jokingly till adding, "is it true that you're a whore?"

this was not the position you imagined yourself at the end of the night- no, scratch that, this was not the man you imagined to be with in this position, pressed against the mirror of a dirty bathroom, ass hurting from the bath sink you were seated on, jungkook out of all balls deep into you.

his mouth was pressed against your neck, whispering horny sweet nothings against the bare skin, how much of a cock sucker you actually were, how easy it was for him to get you here, how stupid and solely cock-focused you were.

it was like all his awkwardness wore off the longer he lingered next to you as he pounded into you like he had fucked you tens of times before.

you didn't care if you were completely reckless right now or if the door was open and anyone could fucking walk in at any given moment or where yoongi was - after all maybe jungkook was right: all you could think of right now was his dick deep inside you.

"do you go around and fuck around with all of his friends behind his back or is it just me? mmh, c'mon answer" your tongue felt tied, it was like you had water in your ear, his words not quite audible as you shook your head, not getting it, "made for taking dick, exactly like i thought"

he spread your legs a bit wider, cock scretching your pussy just the right way as you creeked out something about 'needing to cum'

his fingers entertwined in your hair, pulling it just lightly, biting his lips trying to conceal a whimper at the feeling of your pussy tightning round him, "i'll give it to you, wanna have you cum all over my dick"

a high pitched scream aired through the room, so loud like somebody had witnessed a murder - simultaneously it felt like your little bubble of pure utter hornieness had popped, looking to your right to look at a deeply digusted min yoongi, who's hands were already covering his eyes like a defence mechanism.

"it's not what it looks like!"

you both yelled, jungkook pulling out instantly covering you with his shirt that had been thrown onto the ground like fifteen minutes ago, "what do you mean? your dick was in-" he shook his head dramatically and in a repeated fashion while you threw your clothes on as fast as you possibly could, "i don't think we can be friends anymore.. that image uhh-" he did another disgusted expression, covering his mouth like he was still in after-shook.

it took about ten minutes to calm yoongi down (and a whole lot of promises and gaslight about how he was probably to drunk for his own good) till you both sat him down into a taxi taht was going to safely drive him home.

you stood there outside the bar in the cold air of the night silently for a little while before you both started laughing, what started as a tiny chuckle turned into cackling like maniacs.

eventually you got your shit together, mumbling "well that was awkward" he grinned in response, "right before cumming too- how cruel"

jungkook played with his piercing once again, gaze zoning out shortly till returning to yours, "how about i take you home and you get to finish off just like you deserve?"

#kpop smut #bts ff #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts imagines #bts x you #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #yoongi fic #min yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook fic #✉️ frmisnow! 1k follower event

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kooksbunnnn · 6 months

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SO HIM- MIN YOONGI

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Pairing: idol!yoongi × female reader

Warnings: none. It's fluff. Slightly suggestive in the beginning. You miss him. Making out.

Words: 1.2k words

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At this point, you couldn't even smell him in your bed anymore. Him being cooped up in his studio has its own pros and cons. Pros being the new mind blowing songs he would produce for his fans which, ofcourse, includes you too, whereas the cons, you not being able to see him for days considering both of your busy schedules and him generally sleeping in the genius lab.

Motivation and inspiration can make a person workoholic, and Min Yoongi is an example of that. It's one of those nights where he would be overworking himself, and you know you would have to sleep without cuddling him or kissing him good night for the 4th time this week.

You missed your boyfriend so much.

You can't even remember when was the last time you felt him, like actually felt him, over you, behind you, beside you, beneath you, inside you.

Oh, you wanna feel him inside you so bad, the reminder of that stretch makes your stomach swirl.

You step into your room mindlessly, scrolling through your phone when a notification pops on your upper screen.

Catto: you up?

Seeing his text, you stop in the way to your bedroom. He rarely texts from work, and it makes your eyebrows furrow with concern when he pops up in your notification bar at 11:47 pm.

You: yes baby. All okay?

You wait for him to reply, which comes almost in 3 seconds. The three dots quickly turning into a message, saying,

Catto: i wanna see you doll, haven't seen you in ages, AND bumping in hallways doesn't count, baby. I miss you, sm :(

You: i miss you toooo baby:(((

Catto: :((((((((

You read his message and feel your bottom lip jut out due to his cuteness. You sigh sadly when you look at your empty bed covered with cold sheets along with his shirt lying on his side along with the pillow he uses.

Let's call it emotional support.

You want to visit him so bad, but the comeback is close, and you dont want to disturb him. Your mom always used to tell you, a relationship works only if you understand the difference between important things and priorities, responsibilities and duties, you both would need to understand what the other needs to prioritize at the moment.

So when you met Yoongi, you understood why your mom always said that. You know right now what priority and responsibilities are, so it doesn't make you insecure about the fact that you are also one of the most important things in his life. So, no matter how much you both miss each other, you can't just expect him to keep his job, his passion, the need of the moment, aside for a moment together.

Just like he doesn't expect you to keep your job and passion aside, he knows how important it is for you and vice versa.

You spend the next ten to fifteen minutes getting comfortable on your side of the bed. Picking up the book you left with a bookmark on the night table. But before you could pick it up, your phone rings.

You see Yoongi's picture smiling at you, but then your eyes focus on the time on the top left corner of your phone. It's 20 minutes past midnight. Concerned, you answer the call.

"Baby, everything okay?" You ask as soon as you pick up.

"Come downstairs, I brought chicken."

"What- why are you not coming upstairs?" You ask already halfway out of the bed, you hear him ruffling the polybags grumbling something about sauce so you run towards the kitchen to pick up his favorite hot sauce from the counter.

"I can't, babe. I have to return to the studio. Jungkookie's waiting. Moreover, if I come upstairs, I will end up sleeping the night and then regret it the next morning. You know? " He tells you, and you understand his worry, you have seen him regret a tiny 2 hour nap at his studio, resulting in a grumpy and irritated look on his face the whole day.

He also indirectly signals to you that he can't stay for long, so you rush down faster.

Its not like you dont want him to relax but you know he will just end up blaming himself up for it the next day fully convinced it was his mistake to relax when he needed to work no matter how much you try to calm him down.

Yes. Speaking from experience.

"Coming, bubs." You hang up and step into the elevator after checking the door, hands filled with a hot sauce bottle and two water bottles. You smile when the elevator finally reaches the ground floor. The excitement feels like the time you two were dating, sneaking around, hiding from people, and the staff as well.

It's funny how Bang pd was the one to find out about you both before all the boys did. That day, you realized that Jin DOES NOT LIKE being left out on important stuff.

When you spot his car, you sprint towards it with a big smile. The windows are slightly tinted(security purposes), making you unable to see the smile that comes on his face after he spots you. You quickly open the door impatiently, and your smile widens more. He is wearing that white shirt of his, which makes you wanna worship the man, unbuttoned up to the second button, hair fluffed up due to running of his fingers multiple times.

You sigh happily when he pulls you in his arms as soon as you get into the car, not even caring about the car door still being slightly ajar.

"I missed you." His voice coming out muffled due to your hair.

"I missed you too, baby." You chuckle as you lean back, breaking the hug to close the door properly. Turning back you see that he has his head resting upon the seat while he looks at you with the prettiest smile you've ever seen.

Fuck, you love this man.

Leaning in again, he cups your cheek and kisses you, slow and soft, slowly sneaking his tongue into it. His hand places itself on your neck, and the other one reaches for your waist. Pulling you on top of him.

You get comfortable on his lap, kissing him as if he was water, and you just woke up thirsty at 3 in the night. Oh, you definitely were thirsty for him.

You felt so happy in the kiss you never wanted it to end. Fisting the white shirt in one hand as you let the other explore his fluffy and long hair. Some minutes later, he tries to pull back, but you dont let him, whining a 'no' with furrowed yet concentrated eyebrows, making him chuckles in the middle of your kiss.

"Baby the chicken?" He tells you with a laugh, shoulders bouncing with that pretty laugh of his. You watch his gummy smile with a silly little smile on your face as well.

You missed this so much. He raises his eyebrow once again when you flick the strand of hair sitting prettily over his forehead, tracing his nose bridge almost like in a trance.

"Well?" He asks again, and you then realize you zoned out. It's been 3 days since you had talked to him properly, and it would be an understatement to just say you missed him.

Smiling, you lean in for a quick peck once again, making him hum, in that deep voice of his. It reaches within you and somehow gives you so much comfort that you feel overwhelmed.

Not to sound overdramatic, but he makes you feel still, mentally, unlike the frantic thoughts that were always running around in your head when you were away from him.

He is just so perfect. So gorgeous, so calming, so 'him'.

You nod with a wide smile, booping his pretty nose,

"Okay baby, lets eat."

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kiara-ish · 1 year

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Haegeum

banner by my beautiful wifey @snoozeagustd

Pairing: Agust D x fem!Reader x Min Yoongi

Rating: 18+

Genre and AU: Haegeum MV AU

Summary: Life hadn't been a piece of cake for you, a knife for a person. But never did you imagine, a street side nobody like you would have to choose your loyalty to two men, far from being sane but so close to be the morale of your insanity.

Warnings: Smut (surprise, surprise) not too explicit, angst, some gore (instances of stabbing and torturing), insinuation of sexual harrasment, unhinged Agust D, manipulative Min Yoongi, I'll add more before the main story is published.

Words: 280 for the teaser

a/n: This is obviously a manifestation for the insanity that is Haegeum. This is also in lieu of Min Yoongi's whorehouse where there is no official business and is created for simping purposes only.

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"I like to call myself a businessman," he grinned at you, wavy hair falling on his eyes somehow bothering you more than him, "I don't pay salaries. You work, you get a share."

That's how you came to work for Suga, a red flagged sociopath who wanted to bend you over to know if your ass could sit tight while he fed his fish. It barely helped that you wanted him to do it himself, to grab the back of your neck and bend you over the torn arm of his couch. In short, Suga was just the right amount of unhinged and on the path of insanity for you; he met your fire torch with a fucking wildfire.

"I can't help you if you don't listen to me," he smiled but his eyes didn't, in fact, you could hardly move your own stare from his scar, "if you give me your loyalty, I'll make sure that you'll never have to bend over to tie your shoes again."

Agust D, who could finely pick the threads of the world apart with his connections and power until his enemies were drowning in a fish farm. He could give you the world, literally and figuratively and he brazenly promised to do so to himself when you walked into his office and crossed your legs on the polished leather of his couch. His touch set you on fire so dazzling that you turned to ashes by his mere stare. He met your thunderstorm with a hurricane.

You can't choose between fire and storm when both are threatening to ruin your world; only, if you could destroy them before they did you.

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folkookie97 · 2 months

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❝why'd you only call me when you're high?❞ — MYG

— SUMMARY: ❝ It's Yoongi's birthday and he starts feeling guilty for breaking up with you when you most needed him. ❞

— PAIRING: rockstar!yoongi x actress!reader

— TYPE: light angst, mild dark | rockstar!au, celebrities!au

— WORD COUNT: 907

— WARNINGS/TAGS: Part of "I Bet on Losing Dogs" One-Shots Collection, toxic love, exes to lovers, second chance romance, secret relationship, non-graphic smut (not with the reader), semi-public sex, Trust Issues, Implied/Referenced Alcoholism, ambiguous/open ending, Unplanned Pregnancy, arguing, Yoongi is bad at feeling here (maybe a lil bit toxic too lol), This part is based on Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? (Arctic Monkeys), POV Second Person

— NOTES¹: This one-shot is part of the "I Bet On Losing Dogs" Collection, random scenarios of my AU where Yoongi is a toxic rockstar with trust issues and an alcohol addiction who secretly dated an actress at the beginning of her career.

— NOTES²: Happy bday Yoongi my sweetheart, I love you so much <3 (he was my ultimate bias from 2015 to 2019 guys, but I'll never get over him 😭😭)

— RELEASE DATE: March 08, 2024

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3

"So you must be the birthday guy of the party. Happy birthday, bro!"

Min Yoongi heard that last sentence a trillion times during the night, the insincerity of the congratulations already going unnoticed by his confused brain as he filled his body with an absurd amount of alcohol.

He hadn't been worried about nothing more since the last few hours. His face was no longer anything more than a mask whose faked fellow feeling had the sole intention of at least not making the situation even more uncomfortable for the guests and their random companions.

When the idea of celebrating his birthday with a party full of other celebrities came into his own mind, Yoongi didn't figured the bad scenarios that could happen at the private club. He just wanted to get rid of the feeling of loneliness that had been damaging him over the last few months. The impostor syndrome haunting him during sleepless nights with the creative block, whenever he tried writing some new songs for his new album.

The deadline until the new tour's start was short, and his patience was even shorter.

Yoongi just wanted to de-stress. Celebrate his special night with some friends from the same celebrities' world, drink a lot, eat some snacks and maybe have sex with random models. Everything he used doing before he met you.

All it took was drinking too much until he went to a far corner to make out with a Victoria's Secret's Angel who wasn't that famous, but at least made up for her lack of fame with her beauty and tongue technology.

However, maybe the weight of having a different mouth touching him after being used to feeling only someone specific for so long had been too much for his emotions heightened due alcohol.

Or maybe he felt guilty. Guilty for letting another woman touch him after sharing so many good moments with you.

Guilty for saying such cruel words to you during your latest arguments. Guilty for don't understanding your desire to see him publicly deny his dating rumors with other women. Guilty for accusing you of being paranoiac, too jealous and also accusing you of blame him for always putting his career before your relationship.

Guilty for never prioritizing you.

But mostly, guilty for leaving you when you needed him most. Guilty for accusing you of pregnancy trick for his fame and money. Guilty for always being a toxic boyfriend and already being a bad future dad.

Yoongi would always love you. He knew that. Everyone in his inner circle knew that. Even that hot model could realized that when he started crying right after cumming in her mouth.

But he didn't deserve your love. He didn't deserve your baby.

And being there, at his own pity party with his lips — and eyes — still swollen and more glasses in his hands as he continued greeting his guests only proved this cruel truth.

It was his fucking birthday. All he really wanted was being with you. Cuddling you, playing some of both of you favorite songs on his guitar, caressing your pregnant belly, talking to the baby...

Damn it! He just wanted you again. He just wanted being with you forever, being your husband. He wanted having a family with you. He needed to get you back. He needed his stupid party end up being useful, at least knocking some sense into his fucking mind.

With his vision blurred from tasting different colorful drinks, Yoongi searched for your number in his blocked contacts, letting out a long sigh with the increased guilt that hit in his chest when he realized that you didn't block him back.

So he pressed the call icon and waited.

Three rejected calls. Four missed calls. He could almost daydream, remembering you carrying your own shoes and calling him every possible curses while leaving your old apartment after one of your arguments.

Even though the clock on his cell phone showed that it was past three in the morning, he knew you were awake. Or at least you woken up with his fucking annoying stubbornness.

I'm so sorry love

It wasn't something very special, but it was as much as his high drunk state allowed him typing in your DMs without looking more stupid than his usual.

It wasn't a decent apology for everything he'd put you through lately. All the arguments, the swearing, the shade comments on the internet, his neglect about the baby...

Yoongi knew you deserved better words. You deserved all the love in the world. All the love he felt for you but never showed you in a healthy way.

But deep down, Yoongi knew you would answer him. He wasn't proud of being sure about that, but he knew it. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

Hi. Why'd you only call me when you're high?

And you unfortunately also knew him enough to know that alcohol was the cause behind his sudden motivation to contact you, after months of just ghosting your attempts to still save your relationship. Save your future family.

I'm so sorry

He practically repeated the same message before trying to click the call icon again.

This time, you answered, barely giving him time to process the situation before your trembling voice echoed through his phone. "Prove it to me without being fucking drunk as usual. Prove it to me without being at your stupid birthday party."

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emerald-notes · 1 year

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My Guardian Angel - Part 1

Fandom: BTS Paring: Min Yoongi x Female Reader Genre: Fluff and slight angst Warning: Age gap, running away from home, starving, lots of crying (I’m sorry but the mc cries a lot), panic attack, implication of abuse etc. Word Count: 2.7K Words Note: Since the reader is only 15 years old, I reduced Yoongi’s age to be 22. Please keep the age gap in mind before diving in to read. I must say there is nothing explicit in here.

Summary: You decide to follow a kind hearted stranger to his house in the middle of nowhere after you ran away from your abusive household...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]

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I couldn't even keep track of the time. Who knew how long I had been sitting here all alone. The passers by kept throwing glances at me every now and then. But nobody really cared to ask me if I was okay or what I was up to even if my get up suggested that I wasn't a local in this place.

I had been observing my surroundings carefully. It seemed like I had taken my refuge in a complete foreign land. It was a rocky desert. It shouldn't be called a desert I suppose. Because there were enough plants to make it look livelier, at least to me. I was under a tree myself and secretly grateful for it because it was sheltering me from the heat of the sun. Even though it was winter, the heat had been bothering me since I had walked a long way to reach where I was now. Losing my energy completely, I collapsed beside this old friendly tree.

There was a grocery store beside me. People were going inside occasionally and coming out of it with huge bags. There might be a month's worth of groceries in them. Some of them would walk past me while biting into their snacks. It wasn't making me feel any better since I was starving for a whole day.

Even with the hunger, I was still dozing off because my body couldn't afford to keep me going any longer. That was when he came to me.

I heard someone clearing their throat. But I didn't bother to look up. Not gaining my attention, the person next to me let out a cough next. I looked up this time.

I saw before me a young man, probably in his twenties, carrying a grocery bag on one hand and a whiskey bottle on the other. He was wearing bright but dark blue clothes with a vest on. I noticed that his boots below the baggy black pants were a different shade of blue. All in all, I didn't like his outfit at all.

But there was something I couldn't say I didn't like. It was his hair. Bright fiery red hair. But as I checked out his facial features, I wasn't very glad that he had approached me. He looked really intimidating. Even the beautiful hair was making it worse.

I fixed my sitting posture as I felt a little uncomfortable around the stranger. To my relief, he looked away from me immediately but asked nonetheless, "where are you from? I haven't seen you around."

I didn't reply. So, he asked again, "do you have a home?" He then glanced at me once more.

Again, I remained quiet. He nodded his head as if he got the answers. "I'll just assume you ran away from your place. Seeing you in a state like this, it's most likely." He got it right. But I still didn't want to talk to him.

He leaned a little forward to me and asked in the most gentle voice, "Do you want to eat something? Are you hungry?"

The mention of hunger suddenly made my stomach growl. I nodded slowly. He tried to take out something that he had bought from the store earlier and a tangerine fell from the bag as he was doing so. When I moved to pick it up he went for it first and said, "uh-huh, that's for me." I immediately backed away.

Then, he handed me a sandwich. I grabbed it quickly and started to gobble it up. At that moment, the cold sandwich tasted like the best thing in this world. I couldn't help but let out a sound of satisfaction after the first bite.

He sat a little further from me and started to peel his fruit. I was done eating in a matter of a minute. He offered me a bottle of water. I took it gently this time and bowed my head to show him my gratitude.

He asked while feeding himself a piece of the tangerine, "How long have you been out and not eating?"

I noticed that though he talked with a heavy accent, his voice has a natural calmness. His ordinary questions sounded like music to my barren ears. Instead of answering, I kept staring at him in awe.

He looked back at me and tilted his head a little before saying, "So, you want this too?" He extended his hand towards me to offer two pieces of his little round ball of a fruit and I gladly accepted them, this time, with a little smile.

“I’ll get going now! I hope you figure out what you’re going to do next. Sitting here all by yourself won’t help you.” He said as he stood up and rubbed the dust away from his clothes.

I looked at him earnestly. I didn’t want him to leave. I wished he stayed a little longer so that I could get comfortable enough to talk to him. He looked down at me and said, “Don’t worry! I won’t advise you to go back home.” Then he muttered to himself, “I doubt if it was even a home.”

He looked back at me and said, “I hope you know the stranger danger rule already. That’s a good tactic that you didn’t talk to me just now. But I hope you won’t accept food from any strange man in the future. And don’t stay at a place long enough for people to notice that you need help. Get moving.”

Then he bowed his head a little before walking towards his jeep. He was going away. Suddenly, all the uncertainty regarding my future hit me hard and I started to panic. What should I do now? I had to stop him.

I jumped on to my feet and pulled my backpack on my shoulders before running towards him. He was about to open the door to his car when he realized I was behind him. He looked back with a confused face, “What happened?”

I cleared my throat to say, “I wish to go with you.”

His small eyes grew larger at my response. “Wha…what do you mean?”

“I meant what I said. I want to go with you. Where are you heading to?”

I knew I wasn’t the best judge of character. But I decided to listen to my intuition. Something told me that he was a guy (perhaps the only one) I could trust.

He shook his head and said, “Didn’t you hear a word I said? Don’t talk with strangers let alone get in their car. Are you stupid or what?”

His words sounded harsh enough to make my eyes prickle. I shifted on my legs and said quietly, “But I’m really scared. I don’t know what I was thinking when I ran away. I have no experience of the real world out here. I’m afraid something might go wrong. Please, don’t leave me alone here.”

“I know the world’s terrifying.” He said with a gentler tone than before, “I’m pretty sure you’re aware of it too. But I could be just as terrifying. How are you so sure to trust me, huh? Do you even know my name?”

I shook my head and asked, “What’s your name?”

He let out a frustrated grunt and said, “Just go away, please.”

I tried to smile, “It’s okay! I can just call you ‘oppa’!”

He looked at me as if I just swore at him. He shook his head again, opened the car door and got in. He signaled me to move away from his path so that he could drive. That was when I couldn’t control my tears anymore. I stood there, looking at him while tears poured down my face like a waterfall.

His brows knitted together to form a frown. He closed his eyes, shook his head and sighed heavily. Then, he looked at me and said in a way that suggested he was really pissed, “Alright, c’mon! Hop in.”

I smiled and wiped away my tears as I ran to sit beside him. I pulled him into a hug and said, “Oppa! Thank you so much.”

“Aish!” He spoke while pushing me away, “Stop making a fuss.” Then he went on muttering to himself, “I don’t even know why I’m doing this. I doubt you're ever going to listen to me.”

And he was right to have doubted that.

"Don't ever call me Oppa. My name's Min Yoongi and you'll call me by that name only. Understood?"

"But I like Oppa more."

"And don't do that again. Don't hug me. I'm intolerant to touch."

"But I can't help it when I get excited."

“Don’t talk back like that either.”

“But I…”

I stopped myself quickly and nodded my head enthusiastically. I needed to show him that I could be a good girl if I wanted to. Yoongi didn’t talk further and kept his eyes fixed on the road.

I noticed that we were driving away from the small town of the desert to… well, it could be said that his house was in the middle of nowhere. It was a cube shaped small one room house with a large patio in the front. Everything around it clearly suggested that Yoongi lived here all alone. But nonetheless the place was neat and clean for a bachelor living here. The best thing about the house was that it looked like a place that could be called home.

My chest swelled up with overwhelming emotions. I was already in love with it all. I could never imagine living in a place like this. Not even in my wildest dream. But then, a sudden thought crushed my dream into pieces. Yoongi never said I could stay at his place.

When the car was parked, Yoongi got down quietly. I followed him to his house. He nodded at the big couch on the patio for me to be seated and I sat down obediently. I had to make sure he found my behavior tolerable enough to let me stay.

He went inside the room and there was the barking of a dog. I could guess that he was walking around placing his groceries at convenient places. After a long time, when the sun was almost setting down, he came out with food ingredients. The dog also followed him out.

“It won’t take long. I hope you’re not too hungry.” He said while lighting up the stove. I shook my head. He nodded and continued to cook.

The dog came towards the couch to inspect me. I smiled and patted its head carefully. The dog didn't retreat. Instead, it climbed onto the couch beside me. It made me laugh with its adorable behavior.

Yoongi finally arranged the hot food on the table. I tried to help him but it didn’t seem like he needed any. When everything was done, we sat down opposite each other. The smell was delicious. But I still couldn’t bring myself to eat. I needed to let out the uneasy feeling I was having.

Yoongi definitely noticed that I was struggling to say something. He didn’t start eating but didn’t urge me to talk either. Instead, he waited patiently for me to open up first.

“Oppa!” I stuttered as I said, “I was won… wondering if you’re going to… I mean let me…” I shook my head before stating directly, “Please, let me stay with you.”

“I think we can decide upon the matter after dinner.” he replied politely.

I shook my head again, “Just give me one chance. Just the one. I promise, you won’t regret it. I will be a great help to you. I’ll do all of your house chores. I can wash the dishes and your clothes. I will wipe the floor clean. I can learn to cook if you want me too. Please, keep me as a maid. Don’t send me away.”

Yoongi handed me a pair of chopsticks and said, “Eat before it gets cold.”

With a lingering fear in my heart I had to withdraw.

I got up immediately after Yoongi finished his food. I decided I would give him a demonstration of my will and the hard work. I started to take everything inside the house to the sink. Yoongi silently joined in to help.

“I’ll do the dishes tonight.” I announced and proceeded to get the job done as quickly as I could.

Yoongi didn’t complain either. He sat down on his bed and moved his attention to a comic book. I started with the small things like spoons, chopsticks etc and gradually took the bowls and the plates.

“I have years of experience in household work, you know.” I boast about myself. But Yoongi didn’t budge. So I said louder, “I’m sure you’ll find me a useful maid.”

Yoongi turned to the next page to read. I tried to joke, “Who knows, maybe you’ll have to start paying me for the…” I couldn’t finish my sentence.

The plate slipped through my fingers and shattered on the floor making a piercing sound. I froze in my place. Yoongi looked up from his book. The barking of the dog was deafening my ears.

“Oh no!” I thought to myself, “I had done it again.”

I saw Yoongi placing the book on the bed and slowly walking towards me. I tried to defend myself, “I’m so sorry. Please… Listen to me. I… I didn’t mean to. It won’t happen again.”

Yoongi walked past me. I saw his hand reaching the sink to grab something. I shrieked and fell on my knees. I shielded my head with my hands as I begged him to not hurt me.

“Please… I’m sorry. I… please.”

Tears streamed down my face as I paced to and fro. My head was still bowing towards the floor. I could feel my whole body shaking. I felt like I was going to throw up.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jerked away from him as I yelled, “No! Don’t!”

“Hey!” I heard him say, “Calm down.”

I looked up at him slowly. He was kneeling down beside me. His expression confused me for a while. He didn’t look angry. What was it again? Yeah! Worry. I saw worry in his eyes.

I slowly raised my head to face him when the dog stopped barking. He spoke carefully, “It’s just a plate. You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll take care of it, okay?” He was moving a little closer to me with each sentence.

Finally, he reached to rest his hands on both of my shoulders. My tensed muscle relaxed at his touch. I leaned forward and he caught me before my head could touch the ground.

I sobbed on his shoulder while he gently patted my back, whispering reassurance that it was really no big deal. I tried to bring myself to say something. But my breath was hitched. It made me cry even more.

“Don’t say anything. I understand.” He whispered softly.

I wiped my tears away to look into his eyes clearly. I didn't know how I had believed that these eyes could hold rage. There was nothing but comfort in his deep black twinkling eyes. I knew immediately that I had made the right choice to have put my trust on the bearer of these eyes.

Minutes later. I sat quite motionless at one corner of the room watching him do all the work. Yoongi carefully picked out the pieces of the plate, broomed the place, did the remaining dishes and made the bed.

At last, he walked to me and kneeled down to say, “You need to sleep. You must be exhausted. Come.” He extended his hand towards me. Hesitantly, I took it and he led me to the only bed in the room.

Carefully tucking me in the soft blanket, he asked, “Do you want me to turn the lights off?” I nodded my head. He turned it off and walked to the door.

He stopped and turned to me. He looked as if he was deciding how to put his thoughts to words. Then, he carefully spoke, "Next time, anything goes wrong again, you don't have to freak out. Instead, you can help me make it right. Okay?"

My eyes started to get blurry. I barely managed to let out the words, "Next time?"

Yoongi replied with a ‘hmm’ almost inaudible to my ears.

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yknati · 1 year

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Black Swans Heart Pt. 2

Y/N POV:

My head was buzzing as I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was blurry. I could only somehow make out the bright light above me. I blinked a few times until I got my vision back. I slowly looked around the room I was lying in. It had no windows. And he wasn't exactly tall either. I was lying on a bed. Luckily I still had my clothes on. Just as I was about to sit up, I felt myself falling backwards.

'Am I tied up?'

My eyes rolled back to my wrists, which were actually chained to the bed over my head. Though it didn't help, I tugged. A sigh escaped me.

'Ok, calm down Y/N.....they won't hurt you....you hardly saw anything...' I tried to calm myself down.

After taking another deep breath, I looked around again. Next to the bed was a small wooden table with a chair. And the walls appeared to be made of wine-red fabric. There was nothing else to be found in the room. A click snapped me out of my inspection.

It was the door...

It was slowly opened.

My heart was pounding in my throat. But when I saw the person entering, I let out a surprised noise. It was a young, handsome man. His blond hair hung slightly in his face. He had beautiful, plump lips. They reminded me slightly of a peach.,

"Well hello...good that you're awake", he grabbed the chair and sat down in front of the bed.

"I won't hurt you, okay? It's not my style to hurt beautiful women, but listen to me.....you really were in the wrong place at the wrong time.....and...we can't seem to let you go now.... .on top of that you would please our boss and help him... to relax... if you know what I mean...", he grinned perversely at me. But unfortunately I knew what he meant and it scared me .

"But hey, maybe you'll just be the new cleaning lady here," he stood up with a dismissive gesture. Just as he was about to turn around, the door opened again.

"Jimin? Didn't we agree that I would talk to her first?" A tall man entered the room. His gray hair was combed to one side and he was WAY taller than Jimin.

"Sorry Namjoon. I just wanted to say hello to our new guest," he grinned apologetically.

"She is not a guest but a prisoner", he looked at me angrily.

"But we're going to kill her anyway... after all, she saw us on an assignment....", his eyes bored into mine. I could feel the sweat of fear all over my body.

"H-Hey...but Yoongi said he wants to meet her first and then decides," Jimin also looked slightly shocked.

"For God's sake...", Namjoon groaned in annoyance as he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a key. He came a little closer. I looked up at him in fear until I felt a loosening around my wrists.

The chain fell to the ground. I was finally able to sit up, but after a few seconds Namjoon grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up.

"Well then, let's take her to the boss....so that he can say that she's going to die....", he just didn't give up.

Did he want me dead so bad?

Jimin opened the door for us and then walked behind us. The corridor that we only entered also had no windows. But its walls were also made of red fabric. All the doors I could see looked the same. So if I tried to escape I would be lost. We kept going.

To the end of the aisle.

There seemed to be an elevator here.

The also wooden doors opened and we got in. Jimin pushed the button for the last level. We went down two floors. With a soft ding, the door opened.

I got out with my mouth open. Down here there wasn't a long corridor like upstairs. It was just a huge room. Had to be something of a waiting room as it was furnished with 4 sofas, tables, mirrors and lots of decorations. Just opposite the elevator there was a single double door.

Its handles were of gold. And it was to that very door that we marched.

"Y-Yoon...Boss...she's here..." Namjoon reported after knocking.

"Bring her in...just her!" His hoarse voice could be heard loud and clear through the door.Jimin opened the door and Namjoon pushed me in lightly. Before I could turn around, the door was closed again. I swallowed hard once.

'He-he's the boss here...the boss of a...a mafia or what?!'

I turned around slowly. The room was big...and empty. But I immediately noticed the piano standing in the corner.

I could play too...

I turned all the way around and looked at the large desk this Yoongi was sitting at. After a few seconds he looked up from his documents and met my eyes.

I caught my breath.

,,Y-Y/N????!!!"

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gurlwithluvx3 · 2 years

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never alone (3) | OT7

Pairing: friendships w/ OT7 and pregnant!reader (non-idol!AU)

Genre: angst, oc finding herself

Warnings: office gossip, feeling of loneliness, talks of pregnancy, navigating an unexpected pregnancy

Word count: ~1.9K

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You’re a nervous wreck. The meeting is nowhere near finished but here you are tearing up the last corner of your notes.

You’ve heard the rumors that are being spread around the office, because you have Jin as your work bestie, who seems to know all the tea. He knows there’s nothing going on between you and your boss, but he doesn’t know that you’re pregnant.

Although, you are starting to show more at 13 weeks. You’ve tried to wear oversized sweaters and jackets all this time and for the most part it keeps your belly hidden.

But sometimes as you quickly glance in the mirror, your baby bump is more noticeable and it makes you happy. You’ve made it to the 2nd trimester even though you felt nauseous the whole first trimester.

But today you don’t feel as nauseous. You were even able to smell the flowers that Yoongi gave you without having the need to throw up. And Yoongi only gave you flowers because your pregnancy hormones had you crying for not receiving flowers, though there was no real reason to receive them in the first place.

You spend the next half hour practicing quiet breathing exercises during the meeting, which was good for you since your doctor recommended it. And without paying much attention, you realized all of the people are staring at you now.

“Miss Y/N would like to share something with the team” your boss says as he urges you to stand before he takes a seat himself. You take a deep breath before speaking. You look at Jimin, who’s the gossip of the office and smile.

This isn’t unusual for your company. When there’s an announcement to make within your team, whether a birthday, engagement, or any reason to celebrate, you’re more than welcome to share it amongst the team. And now the spotlight is on you.

“I have heard some interesting rumors circulating our office and I just wanted to share this with you all before this meeting ends” you begin, looking to your boss for approval. And he nods for you to continue.

“I’m in my 2nd trimester” you begin to explain, unzipping your jacket to show off your bump. “I had a really rough first 13 weeks, but I promise to be on top of my game for the next 20 weeks or so” you say, rubbing your belly while showing off a genuine but nervous smile.

You get a lot of surprised looks but you eventually get a lot of hugs, especially from Jin and your CFO who is also your mentor. She has been like your 2nd mom since you’ve joined the company.

“Wow, you’ve hid this for 13 weeks? I would’ve shown after the first month” one of your coworkers jokes around and soon enough everyone is asking you a series of questions regarding your pregnancy.

You look to your boss before continuing and answer a couple of questions before Jimin obnoxiously asks, “So who's the baby daddy?” And suddenly the room fell quiet.

He didn’t ask to be malicious. But he also knew you were single as single can be. And you’re sure it was a question everyone else had in mind too. You look to Jin for answers, as if he would know. But before you could answer, your boss stands up and clears his throat.

“Okay team, we’ll call it a day. Please send your reports to me by the end of the week. Thank you” he says as he fixes his tie that didn’t need fixing. He looks at you and you give a small bow, thanking him for saving you.

You’re one of the last ones to leave the meeting room, taking your time as some of your coworkers congratulate you before leaving. Jin and Jimin stay behind and wait.

“I’m so sorry Y/N” Jimin says as he shoots you a guilty stare. “I didn’t mean to put you on blast. I don’t know where my filter is at times” he says as Jin punches him to get him to stop talking.

“It’s okay Jimin” you say, unbothered by it all “.. It’s my ex’s baby”. You know he’s going to end up telling the rest of the team, but in a sense it’s better for them to hear it from him than from you. You couldn’t bear to see everyone’s reaction.

“Wow. 13 weeks though Y/N? How do you feel?” Jin asks as you all walk out of the meeting room and head out the building. You tell them that even though it’s an unfortunate situation, you’re just thankful that you and your baby are healthy.

“You take the subway to work though, right? Do you need a ride or something?” Jin suddenly asks. You shake your head and smile.

“No thank you. My friend’s gonna give me a ride” you say politely. They both give you big hugs before disappearing into the company’s parking garage and you slowly make your way to the coffee shop which is a block away.

“Yoongs, please tell me you have plain bread and ketchup” you say as soon as you see that the store is empty. He looks up to you and gives you a disgusted look.

“That is the weirdest combo I have ever heard Y/N” he says as he looks at you, while you sport the most innocent smile you can offer.

“I’ve been thinking about it the whole way over and it just sounds so good” you say. He offers you bread but no ketchup.

“I can ask Jungkook if he has ketchup,” he says, heading towards the door. Jungkook is the business owner next door and one of Yoongi’s closest friends. They both graduated in business and have been in an unspoken friendly competition since.

You give him a thumbs up as he heads out the door while you look at the bread. You’re so excited to eat, that when you hear the door open again, you jump and yell out of excitement.

“Oh shit!” Is all you hear from a voice that is not Yoongi’s. You look at the man who’s ducked down for a quick second as he looks at you.

“Y/N?!” He says in shock and looks straight to your belly that’s exposed since you took off your jacket.

“Namjoon?!” You say at the same time, watching his stance (but not realizing how he’s staring at your belly), as you suddenly giggled. “What’s wrong?”

It takes a second for him to respond as he suddenly becomes aware of why you were the way you were when you first met. And it takes another second because your scream scared him half to death.

“Your scream scared me,” he says after catching his breath. “I was expecting Yoongi and silence,” he says nervously as he chuckles. He looks down to your bump again, but this time you caught him staring.

“Oh yeah, he’s actually getting ketchup for my bread. I’d offer you some, but me and baby are so..” you stop yourself before finishing your sentence. After telling your coworkers, you’d forgotten about informing the rest of the world.

His eyes have grown bigger, but then his smile that shows off his dimple appears on his face. You suddenly get so nervous and dizzy that you end up sitting down.

Just as you were about to explain it all to Namjoon, Yoongi barges in with packets of ketchup in a plastic bag, with Jungkook in tow.

“Oh hey Joonie!” Yoongi and Jungkook say at the same time. But they quickly forget about him as they rush to where you’re seated.

“I explained your craving to Jungkook and he’s never heard of something so insane, he had to witness it himself” Yoongi explains as he shows off his gummy smile. “I hope you don’t mind that you have an audience” he hands you a couple packets of ketchup and you quickly add it to the bread on the plate.

You indulge yourself to your cravings and for a moment you forget about the 3 men in front of you until you hear the click of a camera.

“Yoongs!” You yell as you try to pry his phone from his hand but he’s quicker than you. He chuckles to himself until you join in. “You’re so mean,” you say before sticking your tongue out to him.

“I just have to document this moment” he says and you realized you had two other men staring at you. You offer your dinner to them but they all reject it.

“Hi Y/N. I’m Jungkook. Yoongi hasn’t properly introduced us” he says as he waves to you as if you were a child. But you just smile and nod as you finish the food in your mouth.

“Nice to meet you Jungkook. Thank you for letting me entertain you” you say jokingly, and all of you start laughing.

And almost immediately you start tearing up. The boys' eyes all widened and they all suddenly felt guilty for no reason.

Namjoon quickly grabs you a tissue and you start to apologize.

“I’m so sorry guys. I’ve been more than emotional and I don’t even know why I’m crying at this point” you begin to explain as you now laugh at yourself. You must look like an idiot to these people.

“No, you’re totally okay!” Jungkook says. “My sister was like this too, but more rude than anything. She would be happy one moment and screaming at us for talking right after”. Namjoon and Yoongi also try to talk about their experiences with the pregnant women in their lives.

The four of you talked through the evening and didn’t even realize how late it was getting until Jungkook got a call.

“I gotta go, but it was nice chopping it up with y’all! Y/N, congratulations!” He says as he gives you a big hug. “I’ll see you around” he says, giving you a wink before he disappears into the night.

“We should get going too,” Yoongi says as he starts to close up the store. “Oh wait, why did you come by today?” He asks, staring at Namjoon.

“Oh shoot, I completely forgot!” Namjoon says as he helps you clean up. “I came to tell you that the studio loved our demo! They want to hear another sample by the end of the month!”

Entertained by this back-and-forth conversation between the two, you stuff the last piece of bread and rub your belly in contentment.

Apparently, they’ve both been working in Namjoon’s studio for the last couple of weeks. As much as Yoongi loves his coffee shop, he also wants to expand his horizon, and you’re just nodding with all the positive energy that’s radiating from the two boys.

You can’t help but smile and try to hold back tears of happiness. Curse your pregnant hormones, you think to yourself. You slowly get up to throw away your garbage when you feel someone’s hand on your back.

“You okay Y/N?” Namjoon asks from behind you. You look back and smile while nodding.

“Thank you Namjoon,” you say shyly. You’ve never been treated this way, it feels so nice to be taken care of. And not just from Namjoon, but also because of Yoongi and even Jungkook.

“You guys are the best” you say out of nowhere. The two look at you and it looks like they’re both blushing. “I really appreciate you guys” you say more loudly.

You may not be in the best situation, but at least you’re not alone.

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hobiiiiiworld · 2 years

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Hate Game | PJM + MYG - Chapter 1

⇢ The Sun Goes Down

Synopsis:

Onus /ˈəʊnəs/ noun something that is one's duty or responsibility. __________

Pairing: Park Jimin x Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon

Genres: Marriage out of duty | Angst | Emotional Hurt

Word Count: 1,8K

TW: This story will mainly be ANGSTY (we all love that, don´t we?) and it starts out with the death of Jimin´s brother. If that is triggering for you, please be mindful and do what is best for you. I can go without hits, the world can´t go without you - keep that in mind.

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For maybe the first time in his life, things were good. Jimin had just moved in with the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He had graduated - with honors, thank you very much - and he had just started working at the company of his dreams, doing what he loved. He had just turned twenty four, and his friends threw him a huge party, leaving him hungover and chained to his shared bed with Right Guy Hoseok for two days straight.

Safe to say, Jimin was content with the outlook of his life.

But life isn't supposed to be that easy and things never go to plan.

He is sitting down in their breakfast nook, eating toast with with Hoseok, making some joke about how he would like for Hoseok to jam him that draws laughter out of him. For a minute he admires the way his boyfriend´s eyes draw close and how his mouth is wide open and he is practically shining towards Jimin.

Then, his phone rings. At first, he ignores it because Saturday mornings are sacred. They continue the conversation about jams. But then it rings again, starting the first warning bells in his head. Still, he wants to keep the Saturday morning sacred, and both of them pretend they can't hear it as they eat. When it rings for a third time, the bells chime not only in his head, but through his whole body.

"You should see who it is, at least." Hoseok nods his head reassuringly.

"I'll just put it on silent. It's probably one of the boys," he says over his shoulder. "They always do th-"

He doesn't know what he was saying, all thoughts gone.

3 missed calls from Dad.

Message from Dad: Call me back when you can, it's urgent.

He feels Hoseok behind him, reading the message as well, laying a hand on his shoulder. Jimin and his dad talk frequently, calling each other with small and big news, or for no reason at all. But it's Saturday morning, the time he is out of reach, because that's the time he golfs. Saturday mornings are strictly no business, no phones allowed and no distractions. If he is calling Jimin now, it won't be with good news.

He calls him back at once.

A second later he picks up, breathing heavily. Before Jimin can say anything or ask any questions, his dad is talking, explaining what happened. By the end, Jimin isn't able to hear what his dad is saying, already rushing out of the apartment in his pajamas and hair uncombed. It's only when he's halfway to the hospital he notices Hoseok sitting in the passenger's seat, talking calmly to him. He can't hear him, the ringing in his ears too loud.

"You should come to the hospital. It's Ji, he was in an accident." Ji is his elder brother. The strong one out of the pair of them. "He was driving and crashed the car. He's in surgery right now, but they said it doesn't look good."

Once in front of the hospital, Jimin abandons the car, leaving Hoseok to deal with it as he rushes inside to find his brother. But it's already too late. He finds his dad in an empty hospital room assigned to his brother, eyes red, face contorted. He looks up at Jimin and shakes his head, just barely. But it's enough. He understand.

Hoseok walks in five minutes later, finding Jimin on the floor. He is by his side in an instant, comforting him, telling him how everything is going to be alright. Telling him how the two of them will get through it, together. Trying his very best to pick up the pieces.

That night, he decides to spend the night at his dad's house. Jimin, his dad and Hoseok spend the night staring into nothing, drinking whiskey and taking turns bursting into tears. It doesn't quite feel real yet. Like if he just pinches his arm, he might wake up and find his brother walking through the doors.

That night, he realizes a lot of things. Ji won't be at my wedding. My kids won't have an uncle. I'm an only child. This is the first time he's thinking these things, and each time a new revelation comes, he is left breathless as if someone punched him in the stomach. He can't quite breathe, but it's fine. The burning in his lungs can't compare to the agonizing pain in his stomach anyway.

Day one is a long one. He is constantly fighting himself, wanting to run away instead of making decisions he never thought he would have to make, like what flowers he would prefer to have on his brother´s casket or which songs he wants to be sung at the service. Would he like to throw white or red roses as they lower his big brother to the ground?

By the end of the day, he is all out of energy, barely managing to keep his eyes open and his emotions at bay as he makes his way through the hallways of his dad's home. As he passes the huge oak doors to his dad's office, Jimin hears him calling him in.

Taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk from his dad, he crosses his leggs and relaxes against the chair, closing his eyes briefly to prepare himself for what is undoubtedly another choice he has to make.

"What's up, dad?"

Jimin´s dad clears his throat, his hand going through his hair. He looks as exhausted as Jimin feels.

"Alright, I might as well just jump into this. As you know, Ji was to inherit the company after me." The company his dad owns and runs was started by Jimin´s granddad, then passed down to his dad, who was going to pass it down to Ji. This…" his voice wavers. "Ji´s death caught us all off guard. We're in a bad position because I'm left with no-one to inherit the company, putting us all at risk." Jimin would feel offended that he's out of the equation if it wasn't for the fact that he told his dad he wanted nothing to do with the company a couple of years ago. Now, with no form of education on the subject he is really not fit to inherit and run the business. "Mr. Kim has been running around all day, trying to find someone who can take over."

"Did he not find anyone? Please don't tell me I have to take over?" Jimin asks, massaging his throbbing temple.

"He did find someone," his dad looks down at a piece of paper. "A mr. Min Yoongi."

"Good," Jimin replies, trying his best to care about this, when he would really rather be in bed, next to Hoseok.

"Now, you have to listen to what I have to say before you say no. It might sound horrible and extreme, but it's the only option I have to keep the business in the family. To keep the legacy my father built for us."

Jimin laughs, his mind going weird places. "What, you want me to marry the guy?"

His dad's head slowly turns downward, his hand going through his hair again, a single tear making it's way down his cheek.

"I don´t see any other option."

"Dad, you can't be serious."

"I really wish I wasn't," he sighs. "But-"

"No. Find another way, I'm not marrying a stranger."

"Me and your mom had an arranged marriage, that turned out great," he tries to bargain.

"I don´t care! You will figure it out without me having to marry some stranger, rather than Hoseok."

"We would have figured it out by now if there were any other way. There isn't-"

Jimin cuts him off, too tired to care for manners. "Adopt him."

"He has parents, he can't just…"

"I have a boyfriend. I can't - no, I won't - leave him."

"You don´t have to decide right now. I understand it's a huge decision and you're right to be hesitant. It's how I raised you. But know mr. Min is great guy, and you would be doing what's best for this family. For the family you will undoubtedly build in the future. Sacrificing this," him, Jimin wants to correct, I'm sacrificing Hoseok, "it won't be for me, but for Ji. He loved this company as much as I do, he would want this company in the family. Mr. Min has already agreed to this, but it all comes down to you."

If it wasn't for the fact that Jimin is all his dad has left, he might have turned him down right away. And if it wasn't for the fact that his dad looks smaller that he has ever seen him before, he might have said no right away. And if it wasn't for the fact that Ji would have wanted the company to run in the family, Jimin might have chosen his boyfriend right away. And then there is the fact that his dad's heart is so heavy with grief and despair he doesn't know how to sit upright. Yeah, he might have been more selfish then.

"I´ll think about it," he gives in.

His dad bursts out in tears, repeating the same phrases over and over again as he tries to dry his tears. I'm so sorry. I didn't want any of this for us. Thank you.

Laying beside Hoseok that night feels wrong, like Jimin has somehow betrayed him. Right Guy Hoseok who has been there for him when he needed it. Who he wants to build his life with…

The type of tiredness Jimin is feeling is one he has never felt before. It's a much deeper type of tiredness that starts in his bones, spreads to his blood before it seeps out to his muscles. Too tired from this black hole in his stomach and chest and soul and mind to care about anything, the tears fall freely. A part of him knows it is time to step up, but curling up and crying doesn't make it any easier, apparently. He doesn't want to fight this responsibility anymore. Right now, he doesn't have any fight left in him. As he lays next to Hoseok, he realizes he has already made his decision. If not for Ji, then he will do it for his dad, who has worked tirelessly his whole life for Jimin and his brother to live comfortably. It is time Jimin, too, makes som sacrifices for the family.

As he falls asleep, he not only feels the grief over his brother, but also for his relationship with Right guy Hoseok.

Things were great, but it's never that easy, is it?

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You Infire Me Chapter Twelve: Alone Together

yoongi x reader genre: fluff warnings: mc with mental health issues word count: 2k

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“Home isn't where you're from, it's where you find light when all grows dark.�� —Pierce Brown, Golden Son

For the entirely of the drive back home, the air is filled with a hint of something different: the secret that you and Min Yoongi share. We kissed, you remind yourself. That was real. That wasn’t a dream. Since that night, you hadn’t told a soul—not even Bianca. Since that night, you and Yoongi were all slight blushes, stolen glances, and longing stares.

But as you pull onto your street, unlock your apartment, and unpack your suitcase, the sense that your vacation has ended finally sinks in. It’s back to the grind: reading literature, examining research, writing papers, and—to make an extra buck or two—stamping books at the library whenever you can. A week passes, and everything seems to go completely back to normal, including your relationship with Yoongi. Blushes and glances and stares still abound, but your friendship remains. And you find yourself grateful for that. Don’t jump into anything too fast, you continually tell yourself. Especially not with Yoongi. You can’t do anything with him you’d regret.

He’s too special.

The red and gold leaves of autumn turn brown, the West Virginia air turns crisper, and the week of Thanksgiving arrives.

“Aren’t you going home?” Yoongi asks you that Monday morning over coffee. The town of Hunsaker has been abandoned, the college students fleeing to be with their families for the holiday. It’s quiet enough for you to hear the wind whistling down Main Street.

You grip your latte in your hands, welcoming its warmth. “No,” you admit. “I never do. It’s too much of a drive for just a week-long break. I go home for Christmas, usually, though.”

“Oh. That’s good. I’m glad you’ll get to see your family then,” his eyes turn round with compassion as he takes a sip of his Americano. “But . . . don’t you miss them during Thanksgiving? It’s kind of a big holiday in America, I understand.”

“If you’re asking if I get lonely, the answer is yes,” your voice shakes a bit, but after all you experienced together in DC, you know that there is no hiding anything from him anymore. Even lies of omission aren’t an option. You simply must reveal everything you are to Min Yoongi. “Of course I get lonely,” you continue. “But that’s kind of the price you pay when you choose to go to college in the middle of nowhere. And I’m okay with it. I . . . I like being alone, a lot of the time.”

He nods in understanding. “I like being alone too, sometimes. Often, even.” Silence ensues, but you can see the gears turning in Yoongi’s head, so you remain silent until he says: “But . . . I like being with you.”

You inwardly sigh, content as can be. On the outside, you’re the definition of composure.

“I like being with you, too,” you tell him, your voice betraying you by wavering in apprehension. You’re usually not this forward with anyone; but, truth be told, no one’s usually this forward with you.

Here it is. My opportunity to ask the burning question.

“But Yoongi,” you begin, anxious but firm. “What is this? What are we?”

He doesn’t look surprised—but he doesn’t exactly answer your question, either.

“I can’t date you,” he tells you, simply, straightforwardly. You try to hide your disappointment behind your coffee cup, but it must show, because he continues: “It isn’t a problem with you—I can’t date anyone.”

You don’t know what to say, but with your eyes, you urge him to continue.

“It’s an industry standard, pretty much,” he explains, “for k-pop. As an idol, I have to preserve a squeaky-clean image. I have to show my devotion to my fans. And . . . that means staying out of relationships. It’s already risky business spending this much time with you in public. It’s okay now that we’re in Hunsaker, but you saw in DC how . . . how much it can get. And I would never–”

His voice chokes in his throat a bit.

“I would never want to drag you into something that intense. I would never want to get you involved in a ‘scandal.’ I’m selfless enough to say that. But . . . I’m also selfish enough to hold on to you.” His eyes are equal parts sadness and longing as he opens himself up to you. And your heart nearly stops when he says: “I’m selfish enough to refuse to let you go.”

You try to wrap your brain around this new information, and it takes a few minutes before you have a thought coherent enough to utter aloud.

“But Yoongi, didn’t you leave that life behind when you left Korea? Being in BTS? Being an idol?”

He nods his head. “I ran away from it—that’s true. The boys and I . . . we got in a fight when I told them I needed a break. I snuck out in the middle of the night with my luggage—without telling them goodbye. And we were in the middle of releasing a new album,” he buries his face in his hands, hiding the sorrow on his face. After a moment, he takes a deep breath and looks back at you. “So, needless to say, it was a PR nightmare for our label. They told the truth—most of it, anyway—and I became the black sheep of the industry. The idiot dude who walked out on the opportunity of a lifetime.

“I’m still technically on contract, though. I’m hiding out from them here—they don’t know I’m in Hunsaker—but it won’t be long until they find me. And when they do, they could penalize me for breach of contract if . . .” his eyes explore your face for a moment, “if they discovered I had a girlfriend.”

Put simply, you’re disappointed. Dumbfounded. Perhaps even depressed. But you’re competent enough to know that displaying your feelings will only worsen Yoongi’s. So, you keep them inside, opting to reach out to rest your hand over his and soothe him the best way you know how.

“You know, we’re in the sexiest predicament a couple can be in,” you smirk.

He raises his eyebrows. “Why is it sexy?”

“It’s forbidden love, Yoongi. It’s one of humanity’s favorite tropes. Why do you think people love Romeo and Juliet, or Titanic, or West Side Story? Well . . . I guess West Side Story is based on Romeo and Juliet, but you get the jist. It’s forbidden love. Audiences eat that crap up.”

“I’d much rather be able to be with you officially,” he blinks, shy but straightforward. “We don’t have an audience we need to please.”

“We’re the audience, Yoongi. We can enjoy this. I promise.”

“How?”

“So we can’t be in a relationship,” you shrug. “That’s okay. It’s something we can’t change; it’s something we can’t control,” you pause for a second, formulating your thoughts. “But we can keep spending time together. You can keep tutoring me in guitar. I can keep helping you with your English class. We can go on drives and hikes and trips together. We can grab coffee, just like this. Surely there’s nothing in your contract that prevents you from doing any of that.”

He smiles genuinely, gums and all. “I like how much you say ‘we.’” Then he furrows his brow. “But Y/N, my life is an absolute mess. I may have to get up and leave this place soon. I don’t want to draw you closer to me only to have to say goodbye when they find me.”

“And I don’t want to have to say goodbye to you before I absolutely have to.”

He considers your words for a time before looking down at where your hands rest together on the café table and whispering: “I don’t either.”

“So . . . will we go with my plan?”

“To not date . . . but date?”

You laugh. “That’s a good way to put it.”

“Tell you what. We’ll cool it for a few days—take some time apart, even though I don’t really want to—and then on Thursday, I’ll come and hang out at your place for a bit. Just so you’re not alone on Thanksgiving.”

“That sounds great, Yoongi.”

The conversation moves on to other topics—your final projects for the semester, his issues with some of his private guitar lessons students. And when the time comes for you to part ways, he hugs you tightly. Instead of sharing a kiss, you share the knowledge that you would kiss each other—passionately—if you could.

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Thursday arrives much too slowly, but at 11 AM, you turn your eyes away from the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade broadcast on the TV to answer a knock on your door. Behind it stands Min Yoongi, looking adorable in a blue button-down shirt and faded jeans. He’s carrying bags of food, but he looks too huggable to resist—so you almost knock him over with your embrace.

“Y/N,” he grunts. “Y/N, I’m happy you’re glad to see me, but I really need to set down these bags.”

“Oh!” You exclaim. “Sorry. Come on in. You can set them down on the kitchen table.” He follows your directions, and you begin to peer at the bags’ contents. “What is all this?”

“I’ve decided to cook you a proper Thanksgiving dinner,” he explains, pulling an apron from one of the bags and tying it around his waist and neck. “Though I have to admit, I bought the turkey pre-cooked from the grocery store.” He rolls up his sleeves and walks over to the sink to wash his hands. All you can do is stand there, stunned.

“Do you have cutting boards and knives?” He asks. “Oh, and a cooking sheet?”

“Yeah,” you answer. Snap out of it, Y/N, you chide yourself. Amazing Yoongi who’s about to cook me an amazing meal needs me to focus. “They should all be in here,” you begin to rummage through your kitchen cabinets, pulling out what he needs.

You help him with the cooking here and there, but mostly, he insists he can handle it. It takes him hours, but by 3:00, your kitchen table is filled with every traditional Thanksgiving dish imaginable: turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans, and rolls.

“And I brought a pumpkin pie for dessert,” he proudly announces as you sit down to your spread. “It’s in the fridge.”

You make yourself a plate with generous portions of everything, and take your first bite of mashed potatoes. “Mmm,” you close your eyes, savoring the buttery taste. “Yoongs, you’re the best. Thank you so much.”

“The food really must be good if it’s enough to earn me a nickname,” he notes, tasting a bit of sweet potato. “Mmm, you’re right. I usually don’t go for American food, but that’s dang good. But I won’t touch stuffing. It looks too weird.”

You laugh. “It is kind of weird.”

He asks about your Thanksgiving traditions, so you tell him. He asks about your family, so you tell him. When you ask about his, he’s somewhat hesitant to open up, but he does. He tells you a bit about growing up in Daegu. He tells you about his parents and older brother. He tells you about his becoming a rapper and the stress that decision put on his family. And you listen intently, devouring every word as you devour your Thanksgiving dinner.

And you realize, two plates of food and a hefty slice of pumpkin pie later, that it’s the best Thanksgiving you’ve ever had. No family drama; no uncomfortable political conversations; no intrusive questions from extended family members about your life. Just you and Yoongi eating good food and talking together.

This is the way it should be, you think.

Too bad it’s fleeting.

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kimchitaebae · 2 months

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Fuck me up, my boss. • myg

❝Be a good girl and let your boss do whatever he wants to do with his little sluty employee. ❞

➥synopsis: you literally had a crush on your boss. You always tried to seduce him. But it never worked. Until one day your boss couldn't control himself anymore, fucked you, bending you on his desk.

➜pairing: boss! Yoongi x seducer! reader

➜genre: smut, office sex

➜warning: explicit language, swearing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation, hair pulling, fingering, humiliation, anal sex, porn w/plot

➜wc: 2.8k

➜pt.1 here

A/n: for my dear readers, sorry to keep you all awaiting. I was busy with my exams and all. So here is the part 2 you all asked for! Thank you for all the support for part 1 ;)

"Yoongi..." You moaned his name while he sucked on your neck trapping you with both of his arms to his office wall. He returned to your face and stared at you while breathing heavily. He then pulled you to his chest by your waist and again started to kiss hungrily. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hand slowly traveled to your shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. Your heart started to beat faster as you pushed him a little.

"Wait-..." You placed your hand on his chest while he gazed at you confusingly yet lust was all over his face. "What about the work..?" You asked as you looked at the papers which were scattered around on his desk. He chuckled and held your wrist and kissed it. "It can wait." He smirked a little as he hungrily started to kiss. You tilted your head, touching his nose with yours as his tongue slipped inside your mouth. His hand again started to unbutton your shirt while kissing you hungrily. He dropped the shirt on the ground, pulling you by your waist tightly and started to kiss your jaw. You arched your back, feeling him bit your neck slightly as a moan escaped from your mouth. Your hand went to his hair and gripped on them. "Yoongi..." You moaned as you felt him unhooking your bra.

He stopped kissing you, dropping your bra on the ground. He lowered himself a little, attaching his lips around your soft and hardened nipple. Your mouth went agape and closed your eyes feeling his warm tongue sucking your nipple. You felt his hand going slowly under your skirt and cupped your soaking cunt. Your breathing got heavy as you clutched on his shirt. "So fucking wet for me already." He mumbled against your nipple as you whimpered feeling hid finger circling on your clothed clit. "Fuck me Yoongi... please.." you moaned as he smirked against your nipple. "So greedy.." He stopped sucking on your nipple as he looked at your pleading face. He took off your skirt along with your panty as shivered feeling the cold air hitting your naked body. He gazed at your naked form, bulge hardening against his sweats as you bit your lip.

"Get on your knees." He commanded as you slowly get on your knees. You stared up at him and saw him breathing heavily while looking down at you. "You know what to do baby....now let's start." He spoke grabbing your hair and patted your cheek. Your hand slowly went to his sweats as you pulled it down, revealing his long and thick cock. You heard him sucked on his breath as you touched his mushroom tip which was already leaking of cum. "Fuck..." You heard him cursing as you wrapped your lips around his tip. He whimpered while gripping on your hair tightly while you started to kiss the leaking tip. You darted your tongue around the tip as you looked up at him. You watching him breathing fast, satisfied by the result, finally pushing his length fully inside your warm mouth. "Shit!" He closed his eyes and gripped on your hair with both of his hands. You gagged a little around his cock, feeling the tip reaching your throat, started to suck him fully. You bob your head continuously around his cock, feeling tears perking in your eyes and grabbed his balls and gave them a little squeeze. "Fuck! Aren't you being a slut for my cock! So desperate." He spoke and started to fuck your mouth while you gripped on his thigh. You whined as he started to fuck your throat while gripping on your hair. "Fucking look at me!" He yanked your hair to look at him while you stared at him with teary eyes, mouth is full with his fat cock.

"Taking my cock so well." He patted your cheeks softly and Fucked your mouth continuously. He started to moan a little as he felt himself getting closer. He sped up his move while looking down at you. "Fuck fuck fuck." He finally shoot his seeds inside your mouth, sighing as your closed your eyes, tasting the salty substance. You removed hie cock from your mouth with a pop and showed your mouth which was empty. He smiled a little and slapped his cock on your face, smearing his cum all over your face and lips. "What a pretty girl..." He smiled and caressed your head.

"Now get on your fours on the couch for me baby.." He spoke while you nodded slowly. You got up and went to the couch. You get on your fours, while ass up and face down. You felt him getting closer to you and felt his hand over your ass. You moaned a little feeling his hand fingers running over your soaking slit. You moaned loudly when you felt his finger around your asshole. "Yoongi....not..ngh... there..." You again moaned loudly, feeling his long finger getting pushed inside your warm asshole. "Why not? Be a good girl and let your boss do whatever he wants to do with his little sluty employee. " He pushed another finger, stretching your asshole wide. You gasped as you closed your eyes. " Yes...boss...Yoongi!" You yelped when he pushed another digit inside you. He fucked your asshole by his three fingers as you whimpered feeling yourself getting loose around his fingers. He pumped his finger inside before taking out his fingers. He then grabbed his hardened cock and rubbed it against your hole. "Please boss... Fuck me..." You cried out, wanting his cock to fuck you senseless. "What a geedy hoe- fuck!" He cursed out, pushing his cock inside your asshole as your mouth went agape.

"Fuck...Yoongi...God!" You cried out as you felt him fucking you through your gummy and soaked walls as tears left from your eyes. His cock stretched you more as he fucked you like ragdoll. "What a pretty hole you've got for me! What a slut! Didn't knew the assistant manager of my company is a slut for me hah!" He spoke as your hole gripped around his cock tightly. You gasped for air, eyes rolled back to your head, clutching to the sofa as you felt yourself getting closer. "Fuck! This is what you always talk about me to your bestfriend! To fuck you senseless? Like a idiot?" He grabbed your both hands and pinned them on your back. "I'm cumming...fuck!" You creamed his cock with your cum as you cried out in pleasure. He smirked as he leaned to your ear. "We are not done baby." You yelped, feeling the stinging pain on your ass as he fucked your through your cum. He again slapped your asscheeks as you cried out. "Too much...too much!" You yelped but cut off in midway when he pulled you by your hair to his chest. "Shut the fuck up and take my cock well!" He gripped on your both hands as he dropped you to the couch again and sped up his movements. You yelped when you felt his another hand circling on your clit. "Yoongi..not there! Ahh!" You suddenly squirted all over his finger and cock as he laughed looking at your fucked out state.

You kept squirting all over his cock while he fuck your ass. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He moaned out, feeling himself getting closer. Your hole tightly gripped on hie cock as he shoots his seeds inside you. You breathed heavily as you again cummed while squirting, wetting all over the couch. He leaned to your ear and breathed heavily while pulling out his cock from your ass. He stayed like that for a moment before pulling himself away from you, freeing from his grip, letting you drop yourself on the couch. You breathed heavily, feeling your eyes getting tired and smiled a little, after being fucked out like a idiot.

It was the weekend. You were at his place for an upcoming project for the company. His assistant was still absent due to health issues as he called you. You were the assistant manager at the company. The manager, who was a senior of yours was also away from the city. Because of these reasons he called you for work. But here you are, got fucked like a ragdoll by your crush, your handsome boss. You slowly closed your tired eyes and drifted to Dreamland.

6 months ago..

"Did you heard about our boss's son joining his position?" Your bestfriend Jin asked as you nodded, while staring at your computer. "Yeah I heard. So what?" You spoke. "I heard he is handsome, hot and sexy and really breath taking." He spoke as you finally advert your gaze on him. "So?" "So what?look I'm just excited to see him, okay?" He said as you rolled your eyes. "I really do not care you know. All I care now about my paycheck so I can buy a new purse." You smiled to yourself and stared at the half done presentation for upcoming project. "Yeah, why will you care? Is this because of Jimin?" He asked as you shoot him with your glare. "Please don't bring that bitch." You said, voice getting irritate by the mention of your ex-boyfriend's name. "Jin, I'm trying to move on but you suddenly bring him to this conversation?" You said with irritation as he laughed a little. "You can get over him you know. Here is our boss." He pointed at the direction as you looked at the way.

Your eyes went wide, mouth agape, feeling your knees getting weak as you stared at the person who was coming. You all stood up and bowed him while he passed by you. You slowly looked up while he stood in front all employees. "Hello. This is Min Yoongi. Hope we can work together well." He said with a straight face as you felt your cheeks heating up. You heard some gasping and squeals of your female co-workers. But you here you were silently screaming. He finally left the spot and went to the office with his assistant as all of the co-workers sat down on their places. You heard all of their gossips and squeals of your co-workers, already fan girling over him. But you sat silently, still in thoughts.

Jin advert his gaze to you as you watched you going all silent. "Yah! What happened to you?" He shook your body as finally looked at him. "Jin...I guess I just fell in love with Mr.Yoongi."

You, the manager and assistant were called to his office for some discussion. You were literally freaking out to meet him. The manager and assistant were discussing work while you walked with them towards his office silently. You finally reached there as the assistant nocked on the door. You head a voice telling the three of you to come in. You stepped inside the office, eyes drifting towards your handsome boss who was focused in his computer. Your hear started to beat faster as you felt hot. He then looked up from his computer as your breath hitched in your throat. You mentally screamed. He looked so beautiful. You wanted to kiss his pouty lips immediately. Your face grew hot and red as you breathed heavily.

His assistant started to introduce you to him as you bowed infront of him with a smile. His assistant started to introduce the manager to him but his gaze was still locked at you. "Miss Y/N." You jumped a little, hearing his voice calling you. "Y-yes sir." You replied. "Are you nervous?" He asked as your eyes went wide. You immediately shook your head. "No sir. I'm not!" You laughed a little as he nodded. "Well I heard about you quite a lot from my father. Achieving this position is hard but somehow you did. My father was very impressed with you. So I would like you to show me the results that you showed to my father." He explained staring at you as you stared at him in uttered shock. You blinked for some moment as the whole room went quite. "Uhh- yes sir! Sure! I'll try my best!" You bowed again as you smiled nervously while he nodded.

Days passed by as you started to work harder to impress your boss. You prepared the presentations for meetings and present them with a lot of courage infront of your boss. While doing that work, you started to wear your tight skirts. Yes you tried to seduce your boss. You tried for whole six months but you didn't got any response. So you slowly started to wearing them often from daily.

On the other hand, things were not really going well with Yoongi. He was having a hard time. With you. His eyes were at you from the day he stepped inside to the work place. You caught his attention. He started to want see you a lot. He wanted you. He was crushing over you a little. But the day came, when you started to wear tight skirts often, showing your curves. He was having a hard time with you. Your sudden appearance made a huge impact on him. During meetings, you would present the presentation while he would struggle. Struggle with the bulge inside his trousers. He wanted to fuck in the spot, bending you on the desk and fuck you like a bitch ok heat in front all of his employees. He wanted to do a lot of things to you. He would watch your pretty lips moving. He wanted to kiss those lips or smear his cum on your lips. He would watch your pretty face laughing and smiling widely. He wanted to see your fucked out expression on your face while he fuck you. He watched your hips swaying around. He wanted to grip on those hips and fuck you from behind. He would watch your naked neck. Fuck. He wanted to paint all his marks on your neck. He wanted to do a lot of things. But the day wasn't so far. You bending on his desk while he fucked you from behind. God he really loved the scene. He didn't wanted to let you go anymore. He wanted to keep you to himself. He also called you to his house only to see you. He was desperate. He was desperate for your touch. He wanted to feel you again and again. He wanted to make you his.

You woke up by the sunlight hitting your face. You slowly sat up and looked around the surrounding. then you remembered. You felt soar all over your body. You looked at your body and it was covered with a tshirt. You then smelled something delicious. It was food. You slowly got up from the bed as you walk to the direction where the smell was coming from. You made your way to the kitchen and saw Yoongi cooking. You made your way to near to him. "Sir..." You called out as he looked at your way. "oh you woke up! Sit down. I made you something breakfast. " He calmly said as you nodded and sat down at the kitchen counter. Soon he served breakfast infront of you and sat down opposite to you. You looked at him and smiled nervously. "Eat up." You nodded with a smile as you slowly eat the breakfast. Your eyes went wide as you gasped a little. Yoongi stared at you curiously waited for your reply. "Sir this is so good!" You said as you again took a bite of his food. He watched you, eating and smiling as his heart melted in warmth. "Y/N" He called you. "Please don't call me Sir. Call me Yoongi. I like it when you call me by my name." He said staring at you as you locked your eyes with his. Your smile slowly curled up to a big one as you slowly nodded. Your face started heat up as you felt your heart beating faster. You looked down to your food and ate silently while smiling widely.

Yoongi watched your expression as his heart thumped against his chest. He watched you eating hid food while smiling widely. Your hair was falling to your face while the ray of sun hit your face. Your whole face started to glow. His lips curled up to a small smile. "Cute." He muttered.

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